It shouldn’t be a hard sell.”That plan worked. Rhee got the exquisite pleasure of two people brushing out her hair and I got a large amount of wri...ing done, particularly as Rhee brought lunch up for me.At 3:26, I got a text from Coach that said, “10 mins.” I went downstairs to warn of Coach’s imminent arrival. We were all dressed and waiting in the living room when Coach knocked. When everyone was settled with refreshments, Coach started.“Did anyone see the ‘spy?’”I pointed at Heather. Coach. .. revealing awardrobe six feet wide and twenty of the prettiest dresses in a row ofpuffed sleeves and widely flaring skirts. She was sliding dresses out...one, two, three, and hanging them next to each other so that they facedthe helplessly spread-eagled boy with his penis being impregnated."Oh stepmother... it's l-l-lovely, how sweet and... girly," criedBlonding as a dress for a four-year-old in lemon satin was brought overto him and held a few inches in front of his face.. It was fortunate that Phil had recently had them installed on the persuasive urging of the Ashton Lovelock Neighbourhood Watch.The image was truly grotesque. The man's head had exploded from the impact of the well-aimed rifle shots. A rich red puddle of blood was spreading outwards across the patio in the long shadows of the late evening summer sun.However horrifying the image was, Phil's thoughts were also with those neighbours of his who'd not abided by the local Neighbourhood Watch's advice.. It had collapsed from its previous dilapidation to little more than piles of smoking ruins around which were prostrate naked figures and the silhouettes of other darker figures running around. “What’s going on?” whispered Tracey from behind the thick bush where she and Buttercup were sheltering. “Soldiers killing each other. Soldiers killing other people. Lots of things.” “It doesn’t look very organised,” whispered Tracey who’d always imagined warfare to be somehow more like the array of.