I moved about about twenty yards away, which is a lot in dense foliage. I heard their boots moving fast toward the sounds coming from the phone. When ...hey were close, I stood and emptied the magazine into the four men coming up the trail.Then I heard someone speaking English behind me. "Don't shoot it's us," the voice said with a thick British accent. Before I knew it there were two more guns on my side of the ledger. They actually stood beside me and sprayed the jungle. Suddenly there was a. “We don’t have much money, so I’m giving you guys a choice. Either you guys get part time jobs, and severely decrease socializing and spending, or we move in with Aunt Carol and Uncle Bobby. They can provide for us for a while, just until we get our feet on the ground. I knew we like our independence here, but we might need help. We do not need to move in right away. I will leave the choice to you two.” After some deliberation, we decided to try it out at home for a while more. FAST FORWARD. They did not even offer to help out to clean andtidy up the place. There was not even a look of guilt on their faceswhen they left.So here I am at four o'clock, after sorting out today's takings in thecash register, hanging the clothes and arranging the shoes back to theiroriginal states, is left with the last thing to do, moping the marbletiled floor."Damn! It's already four!" I cursed, after taking a glance at the face of the cuckoo clock hanging behind the counter.I promised to meet up with. " Why the fuck are you wearing panties Timothy? Why are your nailspainted?"It seemed like a simple question but Timothy struggled for an answer fora long time. He wanted to tell her about the pain or the necessity buthe just couldn't. Something was welling up inside him and as tearsstreamed down his face he said softly, "It felt like the right thing todo. I feel like this is how I am supposed to be."His mother was stunned. She stood there for several minutes in silencewatching her son weep. If.