WTF? My wife continued saying that they had all gone to school together. That girls talk and that it had become common knowledge with the girls in her...high school that John had names like Donky Kong and stuff like that. Ok, that was a relief, sort of. But still did not explain why my wife was so mad that her sister would not touch him. So I pushed again, so you do think that Jackie could handle him? Or it? My wifes face now seemed to show both lust and anger as she said oh yes I kinda had to. I liked sport and did boy stuff as akid. But I was also thoughtful about my mum, she looked after me and Ilooked after her. We lived in a small house in an ok area, schools weregood and there was plenty of space for me to get out if I wanted. So apretty ok childhood. I did my GCSEs and did ok, then I tried A levelsand did well enough but I could see a move to uni would be a strain onthe finances, so I stayed at home and looked for a job when my friendsleft for the delights of student life, that. Then I started playing with the k**.. And while I was playing.. The k** started crying.. Then I took the k** to her and said the k** is hungry I guess.. Then she took the k** and started feeding her in front of the TV.. She was sitting down and I was sitting on my sofa watching some telugu movie.. I could see her breast milk flowing in to the k**s mouth…after some time.. She was deeply engrossed in the movie the k** stopped drinking and milk came out of the k**s mouth…I told her that the milk. ’ [don’t you fucking tell him] ‘No. That’s just the sirens. It doesn’t mean anything.’ They were silent for a long time. The man gently brushed some ash from the boy’s hair. ‘Am I dying?’ [yes] ‘Don’t think about that right now.’ High above their heads, a deafening roar issued from the clouds. A dozen pairs of eyes turned simultaneously towards the sky. So this was it then. This is how it was all going to end. To the man and the boy, it didn’t seem real enough yet. But all around them, people.