” She said.I looked. At the horizon was a barely visible line of dark gray. Everything between here and there was sunny blue skies. “It's ages awa..., probably not even heading our way. Even if it does we'll be back way before then.”If only I knew then how wrong I was.Ash's StoryTo think, not so long ago we were sipping champagne and eating grilled prawns on the deck of our yacht as we lounged and stared out over the calm cerulean waters of the South Pacific. Our days were filled with leisure and. When I was only half way home my lungs felt like they were on fire and my veins were pumping pig iron, but I still didn't slow down. When I got to my room I was out of breath. I kicked off my shoes and turned on my computer before collapsing on my bed. Mommy wouldn't be home for at least two hours and that was good.Unsnapping my jeans I wriggled out of them and kicked them to the floor. Bending my legs I yanked off my socks. It seemed important not to get up until I was naked: undressed,. Her skin was smooth. I had a side upper berth.Then after a few hours, I got tired of sleeping in my berth and was standing near the gate. After a few minutes, the woman came to throw the plates as they just had lunch. I gave her side and made space for her to throw the plates. While she was throwing the plates, the train changed tracks, and she lost balance and seeing she may fall, I extended my hand to stop her from falling. Then the moment. She looked at me in surprise. I realized my extended. The next day I visited Aggie after I'd finished work, I told her that the priest wouldn't be getting any more nuns pregnant, he wouldn't be walking for a while either, not after I broke one of his legs and crushed his nuts under my heels. I was sick after I'd done it, but I'd seen worse injuries driving an ambulance in Manchester during the war, innocent families blown to pieces when their homes were bombed. This bastard priest didn't deserve any better.I never ever told Aggie what I'd done,.