A single light bulb dangled on a wire from the hole in the ceiling where the fixture should have been. Any building inspector would have written it up...as a hazard, but no city inspector ever visited the building.Matilda's eyes followed the cracks in the wall zigzagging around the peeling yellow paint. They led to a jagged hole almost five feet off the floor. Sometimes she wished she had not ducked to avoid her father's punch. Her small head would have been crushed by his powerful fist. Her. Entering the house, she went straight up to her room, pausing only for a brief glance into the lounge to say ‘Goodnight’ to her mother and father. The events of the evening were all she could think about and she had no wish to discuss them with her family. They were sure to ask her what she had been doing and she had no idea what she could tell them. – — – — – — – She undressed, put on her nightdress and was soon in bed. Sleep proved elusive and in a highly charged emotional state after her. I tried to step further and was almost touching her. The bus was fully packed and no one can move any further and so did I, I kept waited for another few minutes when I realized that she herself was brushing her thighs on my hand and was very cool about it.It gave me the confidence and I started moving my thumb in between her legs. I was doing it very slowly in order to avoid anybody attention. However, she was now enjoying it but gave me a hard look in between but soon she covered my hand with. When Bogie said ‘here’s looking at you kid’ to Ingrid Bergman, you just knew that he was so in love with her, something was going to fuck it all up in the end. It was also one of the movies that she could turn on when her dad and brothers were around because there was plenty of action too. She knew that she was no Ingrid Bergman, and she would never find her Bogie, being her father’s daughter being one thing, but besides that, she had been cursed with being a definitely female version of him..