Again we spent all of the time I was with him just kissing and him telling me how I was the most beautiful little boy he had ever known and how much h... loved me and would soon show me the pleasures of love.Again as I lay in bed at home I thought of him kissing me and how it made me tingle inside my tummy and I knew that I just loved him more and more and wanted to be with him at all times. As my mother went out socially on a saturday evening she asked Uncle John if I could stay with him until. .I messaged her so alone… She replied with crying emojis….I messaged so dont worry watch movies…She replied I am watching it but thanks for messaging you rescued me from boring..I said that is my pleasuree and I said so when r you going to take the painting…She replied how is it on next weekend..I said perfect…She replied so how should I take..I said come to my house in my house there were more paintings…She replied okay…I messaged hmmm…She replied me with okay good night..I said good nightThen. Yes, they could wield the sword. Yes, they could send him back to the hell he had come from.Art, not knowing anything of what was taking place in the minds of the two women, took on a plan of action reserved for mortal humans. He took two steps into the room then stopped in his tracks. The room was large, much larger that it should have been, maybe two hundred or three feet in length as if the back wall of the tent had been pushed out into empty space. The room was entirely devoid of any. Barnaby followed his gaze down to the table, where his mammy was scratching out something on some paper. Not wanting to seem stupid, he sidled up, gazing at the sheaf of papers covered with fine print, spoiled (he thought) by the two scrawls on the bottom."Um, ma, what's that there" he asked shyly, struggling for a way to find out without letting on he couldn't read, and failing. Fred looked down at him, not angry like his daddy, or jeering like the other boys, but a cold, hard look, like he.