‘He’s just sitting there! That Troy guy won’t even let him practice!’ ‘Not my problem lady,’ Russell said. ‘Why?’ Penny repeated. ‘I... it something…?’ ‘You damn right it’s something you did,’ Russell yelled. ‘You damn right! Eleven months! For the last eleven months, I haven’t got to see my kid but for maybe five minutes! My ex-wife’s living in a house I’m paying for, with her home-boy lover, with my daughter sitting there, but I don’t even get to have her overnight! Why? Because my bitch of an. Instead the doors were closed. Pausing in the doorway, he listened for the sounds of her doing laundry or cleaning, but the house was silent — not even the kitchen radio was, as it was so many times, playing top radio hits to an empty room. He looked down the hall to find the bedroom door closed. He smiled contentedly. She only closed the door when she went to bed. Instead of working in her garden or cleaning the house she had taken a mid-afternoon nap. Naps were a luxury that neither of them. Miss Feel and the Doctor attached his leg skirts to hissuspender at the very top of his legs, then folded them over andbuttoned them down the side, finishing by buttoning them over his feetto enclose his legs completely in two loose skirts lined with knickers."Is lickel Lyndon going to feel lovely and girly in his long, bare legs,pet?" cooed the doctor as she hung his little white blouse in front ofhim on its hanger.There was a warble of miserable emotion from the youth as he half-sat,half-lay. The sound was almost deafening as he connected with Roberts chin and Robert's knees went slack, he quickly moved to me and gripped my face in a powerful clench. His words were like death it's self '...if you don';t want the same you better stop fighting and be still...' I looked over at Robert and saw that he was hanging between the other two hood supported by their hands, his head hung limp between his shoulders. I felt so helpless as I looked at him, I pleaded '...please don't hurt him, we.