We now turn our heads to Damian Black, or Ian as his friends called him, friends whom he left behind, probably to their deaths. Damian and his mother ...velynn were allowed by the authorities to flee as Damien’s father was a former decorated general in the military. Evelynn decided she had seen enough death around her, after mourning and burying her late departed husband, not wanting for her son to share his father’s fate, she sold everything they had and fled.Damien was trained from an early age. He was seventeen."I didn't know what to say or what she expected, so I just gave her hand another squeeze."It wasn't bad. It just, wasn't... good. The whole thing was over in less than a minute. I'd hear my girlfriends talking about how good fucking was, but I thought it was better with my fingers, or my damn hairbrush."I wonder if the inventor of the hairbrush realized just how useful it would be?"But you kept doing... ?" I started."Yeah, I kept doing Brad. I mean, I was a sixth grader, he was. Granny grabbed a highchair for me and I was set into it gently, buckled,and just waited patiently. I was pretty sure feeding myself soup wasn?tgoing to be allowed!?I think this has cooled enough baby,? she told me after she and her momhad been eating for a while. ?Let?s get your bib on you first though!?A cute bib that said ?Mommies Princess? was fastened around my neck andshe carefully fed me a spoonful of the vegetable soup. It wasn?t toobad, so I ate it as quickly as she would spoon it to my. She was still grateful, even happy, that he had taken the fall for her, but not proud of him, if that would have been the way to say it, she thought. She’d cried her eyes out so many nights about it all, what had happened. Then, one night there were no more tears only a kind of malaise, a kind of emptiness. Then there was James, and she was saved. James understood her. Daddy Ron liked him. Her mother liked him. Daddy David?Daddy David? Well, he’d never met James, never heard of him. Daddy David.