She draped herself on the large, creamy couch in the middle of the room, her long, slender (fake) tanned legs shown off delightfully, and her large, r...und (fake) breasts displayed like two brown leathery bowling balls bursting out of a black satin sandwich bag. Bad metaphor? Blimey! I’m not Frank Leigh, you know. Stop interrupting.The doorbell rang, a soft dingdong that announced the great writer’s presence just beyond those cream and gold gilded doors. Ms. McMorning’s bowling balls heaved in. ...Me & Paul were both the same age & Stephen Pauls Brother 20 years old seven yrs our senior.Me and Paul had both got our bikes and we had decided to go to the brook to catch sticklebackswe had Jam Jars with strng handles and fishing nets, My mom had packed us up a picknick lunch,it wasn't far to the brook but it was still like a little adventure, it was about a mile and a half and then down the country lane to the bridge where we would then leave our bikes and jump over the brook and continue. That didn’t work either but he had a hell of a time trying it. Yes, you guessed it. I was that guy. And – about 1998 I finally managed to stop. How I stopped is my secret. And it probably won’t work for everyone but those wishing to have my secret will have to email and ask me – convincing me that you really want to stop. And I’ll email the secret to you. Characters The following is a list of characters developed in this book. And resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely. “You throw like you look. Like a monkey!”Another began making primate noises, scratching his armpit and hopping around.“I think we know what their abilities are,” Gary said, watching as the figure joined her partner, leaning out and grabbing a limb, holding it steady as the other worker cut it. The observers on the ground stood clear as the last branches fell. Instead of simply dropping them, the workers tossed them at the children, which only made their taunting worse. Despite the catcalls,.