Still, things were bound to escalate.And so it was that on Thursday night, it was my turn to be home latefrom work. I was miffed and hungry and I need...d a drink.But when I opened the door, there she was.Theresa. In a red dress and a long blonde wig. With boobs and paintednails. In heels and full makeup. With earrings and hose, admiringherself in the mirror."Oh..." I said.Terry -- Theresa -- blushed upon seeing me. "I ... I just wanted todress," he said.I forced a smile. "It's okay, baby. I've. Yes," I stammered, relieved to have Lexie interrupt mydesperate explanation by holding my hand and imploring me to play theclapping game with her, which I did after we moved, at Lexie'sinsistence, further away from the "boys" to a quiet spot in the corner ofthe park."Watch me," she lisped, showing the pattern of her clapping with hersmall pudgy hands while clumsily singing the accompanying song, which Iknew already,"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black....."I played. We now turn our heads to Damian Black, or Ian as his friends called him, friends whom he left behind, probably to their deaths. Damian and his mother Evelynn were allowed by the authorities to flee as Damien’s father was a former decorated general in the military. Evelynn decided she had seen enough death around her, after mourning and burying her late departed husband, not wanting for her son to share his father’s fate, she sold everything they had and fled.Damien was trained from an early age. Mene unka picha kiya vo karib mummy ko 45 minute tak ghumata rha vo pass ke ek gaon me le gya mummy ne apna mu dhak liya iske baad vo ek khet me ruke waha jakar vinay ne awaaj lagayi arre virender to waha se karib 30 saal ka ek admi aaya to vinay ne usse kuch baat kri or mummy or vinay khet me chale gye virender ke jaane ke baad me bhi khet me ghus gya or unka picha kiya to aage jakar dekha to thodi si jagah thi waha per ek mat bichi hui thi or dekha ki mummy bethi hui hai or virender ko kiss.