"Downstairs, Jeff walked down the stairs and saw Steve gasp in shock.Stan looked Jeff over and asked if he knew that his lipstick was thewrong shade c...using Steve to come to and look at Jeff closely. Jeff wasbeautiful, with Steve easily seeing the Stan and Jimmy in Jeff.Stan happily told his son, "He's able to do this quickly and with shakyhands. Sarah taught him to wear certain clothes and proper makeupskills. The rest is all him, probably his father too."Steve shook his head and happily told. His left arm hung useless from the wound, nearly sheared off by the slice, shield arm useless, and so he stood, his white gambeson dyed red with streaks of blood, beautiful in a way, but also distressing, off-putting. The warhorse did the rest to the pain stricken man, kicked and bit and kicked and bit again and again until the gambesoned spearman was on the ground and so the end came to that very man. That terrible noise of cracking bones, the screaming of men dying on the battlefield, they. Rhonda and Marv were chatting at the lunch counter. Seeing that they weren't paying any attention to us, she whispered, “They were sex parties.” I nodded. “The house had a finished basement. The social party was always upstairs in the living room, dining room and kitchen. The basement was for sex. If you wanted to do it with someone, you'd just ask him if he wanted to go downstairs with you, or he might ask you. It was okay to say no, but nobody did. The whole point of the parties was to enjoy. That was the easy part. It took six months to arrange a mortgage. Banks and Building Societies wouldn't touch it; we prayed. In the end the Council offered us a mortgage. We'd be paying a little more than we'd be paying in rent, but it'd be our house. We had to find a deposit - £500 doesn't sound much today, but it was a lot to us in 1978. We had to borrow money here and there to pay for the renovations, even though we'd be doing much of the work ourselves. We made a grant application to help.