Tusker and Tessa were gone, too. They had died when a sinkhole had opened in Florida, collapsing the road they were driving on and causing them to cra...h. They were carried to their rest by an ex-President, a Senator, several major motorcycle manufacturing executives, and a bunch of biker club Presidents without their colors on. Hell of a sendoff! A couple of Marilyn’s brothers were also gone, cancer. My mother finally passed away as well, of excessive hatred as much as anything. She was. One had to be able to do basic maths as waste cardboard had to be weighed in on the weigh ridge which was simple to operate if you knew how to do it. Saturdays were hectic till 1 pm when the weighbridge closed for the weekend.Sundays were a Dodd.e as long as you did the occasional patrol of the largevsite which fronted the River Lea and posed a high fire risk and the piles of cardboard waste were always subject to spontaneous combustion especially in hot summer. One Sunday after I,d gone a. ’ Connor said with a sideways glance, though he did fish out a cigarette for Ella and handed it to her, lighting it when she leaned in. ‘Ah-hah,’ she said with a grin, ‘but you’ll remember it. So what’s your name?’ ‘Connor,’ he replied, still looking the newcomer up and down. She was shorter than he was, but she was standing with her hand resting on her jutted hip as she smoked. ‘So, do you normally just go up to strangers and make demands?’ ‘No, I normally go up to strangers and just take. Jeff sat next to Beth.We chatted a bit, except for Joni who was quiet, then we left. On the way home Joni was still quiet. She asked me if I hated her. I told her no. When we got in the house, she went in and took a shower. A long shower. I was sitting in bed watching TV when she got out, she got into bed with me, and started crying a little, but stopped. She started telling me that Jeff was gentle at first, but then started fucking her pretty hard, then really hard before he came. He told.