You really don’t need to thank me,’ I told her and then I began to wonder. ‘By the way, how did you know where to find me?’ ‘Oh, your friend... the nice old gentleman came in a little while ago. He said he was a friend of yours. He told me who you were and gave me your number. Would you like to talk to him?’ ‘Yes, I would. I’ve got a lot to talk to him about. He went off with my mobile phone last….’ I stopped speaking. What the hell was I talking about? I was talking to Sheila Monroe on my bloody. Only moments later, Marlene was back and using the mirror to examine the corridor. Nobody was visible, so we slipped out, staying close to the floor.We had hardly gotten out the door when we heard more gunshots coming from the next room. There were some screams of pain and a lot of crying. That room was used for art classes, so there were no desks to shelter behind. We ran to the door and stopped. The door was completely open, but we could not see the shooters when we used the mirror.I. .." then turning to her mom " ... and with you too, Mom. There isn't anyone in the world I'd rather be with than you two."Turning back to me she continued "I'd love to meet your friends and I've been wanting to go out on the lake in your boat. I've been having sooo much fun, though, that I never asked." A big grin came over her face as she said 'sooo much fun'."Okay, go and have your shower - your mom and I already showered while you were sleeping. Better put on some clothes to go out and meet. After a long time gap of nearly two months we were again going to be alone. We both were very excited. All the family members were going to be out of the house for almost whole day. None expected to return before night. Soon as everyone had left I entered her house. We closed all the doors and windows to ensure that no outsider disturbed us.We had gathered a lot of lust inside us which was going to blast today. I ran towards her and hugged her tightly. I lifted her and I turned round and round.