“Can I use you phone? I’ve broken down and my mobile has no reception”Even if she had been ugly as sin, the dog would have got her in, it was lo...ely (and friendly). Even if she hadn’t had the dog, those swaying hips, and prominent chest, would have got her over the threshold.“I saw your bike in the shed” the door kept blowing open “nice. My Dad had an A65”That was it, I was in love, a dog loving, motorcycle appreciating, beauty.“Come in, would you like some tea? I was just about to make. Eventually, the crying slowed and she rolled onto her side. I stroked her pink, tear-stained cheek.“If you want to tell me, I have as long as you need,” I said softly. “It doesn’t matter what you’ve done. I can’t have you feeling as bad as this.”“It does matter Mum,” she sobbed. “I’ve ruined everything! Everything!”“Wait a minute,” I said quietly, standing up and slipping out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a box of tissues, a wet bath flannel and two very large glasses of white. George is not the cute little kid I remember him to be. He was tall shaggy haired and a shadow of his former self. Like all former inmates of the breeding grounds he had been given a barcode tattoo on the back of his neck. A septum ring which had been welded together. It was designed never to be taken out. Their were other modifications but I couldn't see them I just knew that he would have them. George was skinny far to skinny to be healthy. He told me he understood how I felt, he knew what it. " Mr. Locke, I want to assure you that it had never crossed my mind that I might influence you in any way at all other than through academic achievement. It was certainly never my intent to attempt any such thing. I know my grades have improved in this class, and I think if you discuss it with my other teachers, you will get similar reports from all of them. It is simply a matter of being motivated to take a greater interest in my studies and spending more time with the material. The more I.