My life was easy in comparison to most… up until the summer I have described in the previous volume of my tale. Easy isn’t even the right word for...it. Blessed is a better one. By the end of that summer I thought I knew true pain. The loss of Sasha. The loss of my child. The loss of my path. These losses brought me pain the likes of which I had never known existed, let alone felt. All that pain provided me with a new respect for fear. As with everyone, I had felt fear in the past. But this new. Played out a milliontimes by a million horny guys. Get the object of your desireinebriated. Didn't say it was original or clever did I? Obv.His pretty, yet spiteful young face appeared around the kitchen door an hesaid`What are you putting in my mum's fridge? It's beer isn't it? You are tooyoung to drink beer aren't you'Busted....`nice one Miss Marples!'I pleaded with Brad not to tell his mum.`Why shouldn't I `Stewy'? You are such a fuckin low-life fart knocker'an I was like`Hey Brad. Listen. T was another-what would normally be, boring friday at school, halfway through the term. But it was actually a good day - besides more crappy weather, as I was part of the school production crew and was incharge of setting up and mixing sound for the entire show, and it wasn't small. It's is some of the best fun I have at school. It was coming up 7:30am, school started at 9, but I found it more productive working solo except for the fact that the hall was freezing and the heating was more like. “Another friend of mine, Alan, he seems to be just fine with it, so they are out there. Look at the geeks, Mia. They have been ignored, belittled, and would love someone who appreciates them. Hell, I was one of them not long ago.” Max told her.“Really? You are so ... buff!”“Yeah, well, I used to be short and skinny.” Max said. Then he changed the subject. “Listen, do you know anything about Ms. Yale? She has a daughter, but I never saw her wear a ring.”Mia shook her head. “Never thought about a.