.’ ‘Then why did you say it?’ ‘I was joking….come on Rachel, it was just a joke.’ ‘Not a very funny one…’ Grabbing her and hoisting ...er up over his shoulder so her head hung down his back Patrick ran over the sand towards the sea, ‘Where’s your sense of humour gone….you know I love you….’ and laughing he ran into the surf until he was waist high in the water and threw her backwards into it. When she came up, her wet hair streaming into her eyes, the water gushing from her shoulders,. . it was getting bigger. Also he could feel his chestexpanding and getting bigger, I mean really bra size.When he was in his straitjacket they did some unusual work on histeeth... they put metal bands on all his teeth and a massive facebowand headgear... they reckoned he was a bit too talkative... He couldonly splutter the words just didn't want to form. He couldn't say hisRs or his Ss without lisping... and spluttering he wondered how longthis was going to go on for...One day he saw a face. As she said, she just wanted to check my social media chat, I opened my pattern. She opened my account and saw my messages. All are normal conversations with my classmates and relatives.Nancy: It seems you don’t have any friends even for time pass.She closed my social app and started opening my gallery. I was looking into the phone like a helpless burger. She opened the gallery and started checking my photos on the camera. I was praying that she will not check my downloads. But no use, she. She apologized and continued quickly away before he could catch up to her…if he was even coming after her. Her sobs were making her chest heave and she held the flaps of her wool coat close to her body, crossways. Her thoughts were bombarding her with questions, statements, what could have led up to this madness. She was pissed, she was hurt and she was betrayed by her own husband. ‘How could he?! How could he?!’ Her brained forced the words at her constantly, ‘Fucking fucker! Fucking.