.Ye bolke..Ek hi jhatke mai apni ungliyan nikal bhi dii or mje zameen pe girra dia…Amit sir ne mje bina thae neech jukkar mere gale pe dog collar pe...na dia..Orr bola..“Chalo hmarii kuttiya tayyar hgyi hai chudne k lie”Ankit sir bole..”ye randi bht maze krne walii hai aajj”Sab hasne lage…Mje bola gya ki kuttiya kitarah 4 pairo par baithna hai oor mere collar kidoori anil sir k haath mai thi..Vo sab chairs pe baith gye..Orr apni drink banane lage….Phir anil sir ne rassi kheenche oor mjse bola..Ki. I am not for sure why but I just blurted out " Yeah but mom doesn't fuck him like I do! " Lisa jumped up to a sitting position in the bed with a strange look on her face asked, " What did you just say? " I replied, " My mom doesn't fuck him as good as I do! " Lisa's jaw about hit the bed and she said " Michelle he yours father " I told her then how John is really my step dad so he is not an blood relative or nothing like that. Lisa asked me how long it had been going on and I told her at. Her encouragement, tinged with condescension would eventually drive art from Sally's head.So they walked and talked and discovered they both had two weeks holiday at the same time in the summer and the rest of the school holidays were long and unplanned; and they arranged to meet over the 'Waste'. The Waste was a large, rough piece of land. In those days, before greed was good and everything had to be owned, no-one even asked if it was common land, or government land (it had been a military. An outsider had bought the house from the farmer, both halves, although Noel’s lease had proved to be unbreakable thanks to the work of my uncle. I knew that the houses were no longer the same as my childhood playground and yet still it came as a shock to me to see how things had changed. *** We pulled up at the end of the lane, the path leading to the sheep fields now overgrown and impassable, orange plastic now fencing in the animals to hide the way the wooden posts had rotted down to.