I don't remember seeing it." Well, do you want to see where it goes?" Again Paul was trying to getTommy to push himself, even though he could tell his...friend was gettingtired."I don't know, Paul... I'm pretty tired. That, and it's gonna be dinnertime soon." Come on! It's the first day of Summer Vacation, we're both fourteen andour parents don't care if we're late for dinner." Paul then stared himdown and smiled, and Tommy rolled his eyes and began down the path. Asthey walked they mostly talked. I could not feel my cunt. It was numb.I hardly remember the fourth day. It may have been the weekend. I idled in my home, furious that I could act no swifter in dream. I bathed for hours in steaming waters, scented, soothing. I planned and I plotted, but night took long in returning.The fifth night. He rode across the sun drenched meadow, leaping like a puppy, glaring like death. Rampant need pursued him. I stood this time, above the grasses that scraped my calves. I knelt at his approach and. "We got you two together..." And she was open with you, telling you all about the men in her life." Gwen said righteously."My God," I roared at them, "I didn't expect a body count. And, and, and when I got one, Jesus, what was I supposed to think? That her legs weren't open for business just then?"Gwen shot me a look of pure disdain. Silence reigned.Bernie cut through the icy air, "So where did you guys leave off?" I called her this morning and groveled appropriately."Gwen asked, "Did she hang. He worshipped Lady Ann Neville more than he did god in church, but Burtwas only the stable hand at her father's vast estate, Griply Hall. His jobwas to muck out and groom the horses and perform manual labour around theestate. He was forbidden even from entering the manor house. He scraped anexistence in the reflected light from this affluent and powerful familybut he could never be one of them.Still, he had his dreams - dreams that one day she would smile at him andsay that - no it was too.