He pulled me to my feet and told to walk and when I didn’t move fast enough he flicked the whip at me, as though I was a horse. Before we reached th... house I must have passed out because when I came to, I was across Michael’s horse and we were entering the farmyard. Michael was thrown into a barn with the horses. "We’ll bury him when it’s dark," Frank said.We’d hardly entered the house and my torn clothes were taken from me and all three removed their breeches. I knew what they were going to do. He stayed for supper. She asked after his son and he was rather more forthcoming this time, telling her about his prison sentence and that he was now out and had moved in with friends in Newcastle."Have you seen him since he came out?" No." Don't you want to?" I'm not that fussed, lass. If he wants to see me he knows where I am. He hasn't even phoned to let me know his address or phone number." Oh, Reg, that's bad." Aye."She reached across the table and patted his hand sympathetically and he. The door opened and Danielle came out, closing the door behind her. The bathroom wasn't the right place for talking so we went out to the living room. I turned to face the redhead. She was in a pair of lacy shorts and a matching lose-fit top. None of it was see through, but it looked really nice on her. I had to refrain from commenting though because there was a bigger issue to discuss. "What's going on?"Danielle shook her head. "It's Leanne. She's ... upset." Upset about what?" I asked. "Was. The thought had obsessed him for all the years of his childhood. Through long, hard winters of being a misfit, of taunting and torture by playmates and acquaintances. Through endless years of being misunderstood by adults and forced to live by rules that made no sense to him.He grew up and the dreams faded. College, a job, getting married, a home and a mortgage... The adult world had no place for those who were truly different, perhaps not even quite human. He had gotten very adept at mimicking.