’ ‘Damn.’ ‘So it works, huh?’ he asked. ‘Damn. Did you plan this out, too?’ ‘No. I was just, in the moment. I suddenly remembered and ...hought I’d see if it worked. I guess it did.’ ‘I guess it did. Wow. Thank you, sir. Did you -‘ ‘Yep. You, oh, it was good.’ Yes, it was. We lay there for quite a while. He didn’t seem to be suffering under my weight. We couldn’t stay indefinitely, though. ‘I need to get you home, young man. What would your Father say if I got you home too late? What would he. The rules were regimented. Once we met our future partner we had to giveup our apartments and our independent lifestyle and move in with him.Donors had three weeks of Donor School to attend.As schoolboys we were given a lot of home economic classes as we all hadto look after ourselves until at least the age of thirty one. There waslots of differences being a single man who could cook for himself andkeep a small apartment than being a wife and mother running a family andlooking after her husband. ”“Well? Care to tell me about it?”“Someone called ‘Jim’ was involved, ma’am. He ‘accidentally’ tripped up Reg, causing him and Prudence to fall; and then I ‘accidentally’ knocked into ‘Jim’ and my knee ‘accidentally’ managed to coincide with his crotch. It was all accidental, ma’am.”“Curious. An unlikely sequence of accidents, Erika.”“Indeed, ma’am. That is the way of accidents: they are accidental, so not predictable as to timing.”“You are a clever girl, Erika. I have been looking over your. .” An image of Laura lying face down on the bathroom floor, blood seeping from her wrists, stuck vividly in her mind, causing her heart to pound.“What?” Laura called in a suddenly-mocking voice. “I’m not going to like, kill myself in your bathroom?” She laughed, a creepy laugh that rose in pitch the longer it went on. “Would it even bother you, Little Miss Perfect?” Her voice was mocking. “Sure, I know you’d turn on the tears and make a sad face when the police came or when you were at.