She HATED bugs, hated them with a passion. And she was afraid of them… and couldn’t kill them either. That crunching noise that they made… ugh, ...t made her spine tingle and she shuddered again. Giving a glance around the outside of the car, she went around to the driver’s side and got in. As soon as she closed the door she saw it… it was on the door, right next to the window in fact. One of the bugs that she hated the most, big, leggy mosquito eater… they were much worse than actual mosquitoes. Sharri’s blood went cold when she saw a blood covered kitchen knife sitting on the passenger seat.Heart pounding Sharri ran up to the door of the caravan. Terrified at what she would find Sharri pushed open the door. Inside the trailer had been wrecked, blood splatters and bloody fingerprints were everywhere. Spotting Karen on the floor of the kitchen amongst the debris Sharri rushed over to her.Tears streaming down her face and softly calling Karen’s name Sharri moved Karen’s blood caked hair. It was pretty obvious he didn't know what he was doing, so I stopped and stood up to take my pants down for him. He was sitting on the ground, watching me undress."She stopped for a second, staring at the floor. "Then he scrambled to his feet and said 'Jesus, Kit, you're a fuckin' freak! You have a COCK down there!'. He buttoned up his pants in a big hurry and ran off." Now she was crying again.I was stunned. "He said... he said WHAT?" I stuttered. "Sissy, you are 100% girl, I have seen you. .. very gratifying, she held my hand and looked shy. Somehow, mother had 'improved' her from niece, twice removed, to my cousin. Mothers!Wendy nudged me.'Get your backpack and the box and put it in the car.''Why?''Dummy! We need to get to the park and open it.''How do you plan on getting there?''Magic.'I choked milk out my nose.If anyone could get my dad to drop us at the park, she could.'Oh, no. Your mother wants to go. I'll fix that.'Suddenly my sister Grace, the seven year old, puked on the.