Just at the nick of the time, a young man came and dumping his shoulder bag on the luggage rack wanted me to give room to get into the window seat. I ...ad to get up from my seat to give room to him to go to the window seat. He sat there and turned to me and smiled apologetically.I said it is ok. I was looking at his youthful face, more childish, fair, with curly hair and thin brown hair in his mustache and few black hairs in his beard.He may be just sixteen or seventeen, well built, and tall and. Bleeding?" I asked, trembling, but Mum didn't seem to hear.Mum knocked her fist against the window, huffed angrily and pulled thelavender coloured curtains closed.Forgetting the deep terror growing inside me as I thought of somethingbleeding 'down there' I asked, "What wrong Mum?" There is some pervert of a child living in the house across the fence,watching us. Lucy told me about him last night but I didn't believe her,now I do," Mum said, turning to me. "Eleanor, I want you to close. You can get down.?The little girl obeyed too quickly and in her hurry fell down – onto her sore bottom. She gasped in pain but, as she struggled to her feet, Julie saw that she was quick-witted enough to resist the temptation to rub her behind.On the teacher’s instructions Linda returned the slipper to the trestle and scuttled back. Miss Drake then made her go over to one of the end of the wall bars and stretch herself right up as much as possible so as to grasp the highest bar she could. When. ” “I’m serious,” she giggled afresh then, reaching down beneath her side of the bed, withdrew two scarves of indeterminate length, dropping them delicately on the coverlet in front of me. I began to panic. “What the Hell?” I was thinking, “I’ve married a street whore.” The concept gained appeal even as I pondered it. “So…you want I should tie you up.” I countered. Where? To the bed? To the cat? She indicated the bed-head behind her. “Guess we’d better get you looking the part then,”.