It was a picturesque Irish village with a small harbor overlooking the estuary where the River Bandon meets the sea. Many of the houses were gray slat... from local quarries.She pointed out the Bulman Bar and recommended it as a good place to eat and drink – "if you have a mind to, of course."She frowned at the "and drink." I suspected there was a story behind that.Not far off on the hill overlooking the village and the harbor was Charles Fort. "It's one of the best preserved of the Star Forts in. I looked at her pale, round face, wondering what it would be like to stick my knife into her throat ? the knife that I had left downstairs, that is! Sometimes I hated the little bitch.I ignored her taunt. "Sit up," I whispered, slipping my hand under her covers and sliding it over her naked body.She complied, shivering. Her voice cracked as she asked, "You won't tell Mom and Dad, will you?" Depends." I replied cruelly. I uncorked the bottle of Bristol Cream Sherry. It opened with a pop. . School resumed the next day, and the pressure cooker was back on the front burner, hastened by the results of our mock exams taken before Christmas. I had done passably well in English, Science and French. I did much better in History, Art and Drama which I was happy about. In maths, I got an E. Ouch. I had four and a bit months till my O-Level exams, and those months were going to be intense.That first day back at school, I found out that my promise to Charlie had been broken. Murph was no. Shit! I'd have to get this place cleaned up and get myself ready in an hour."B-Bye" he said nervously."Bye" I replied hanging up. I quickly jumped off the couch and started to clean up downstairs. Who knew I could get a place so clean in only 20 minutes. With little time to spare I went upstairs to get myself ready. I put my favorite pair of shorts on and a top that gave me more cleavage than usual.. I quickly let my hair down and run a brush through it, and put on some make up. After a good 30.