No feet have trod here in thirty years, lower floor windows and doorways bricked over to deter illicit occupation by gypsy families who squat in nearb... buildings abandoned by successive generations in preference for the modernity and comfort of new apartments. In the still air that welcomes dawn, stray dogs pad the pavement sniffing at traces laid earlier adding their stain against the soft stone plinth etched from years of abuse and neglect eventually to crumble like the metal sheet of the. He kissed the top of her head and put his lips near her ear.“I’m going to miss you, too,” he said softly. “But I’ll be home Saturday.”She nodded and unexpectedly spun around in his encircling arms. Then she shocked both of them by planting a desperately intense kiss on his lips. It was the most forward thing she’d ever done in her sheltered life. When she pulled back and looked at him, a tear was sliding down her cheek.“You better be, Mister Bledsoe, because I suddenly can’t imagine my life. They don't realise that everyday newspapers are the underworlds greatest asset.Skipping through the rubbish of the first few pages that shows the so-called world news, Beckham has a new haircut, some Z list celeb has bought a new dog to put in her handbag, he chuckles to himself. These are more like poxy comics than newspapers. There are wars and disasters all over the world and Dan finds it hysterical that the story of a pair of toffs divorcing, and who gets the dog warrants the front. .." Kelly turned away, climbed out of the car and slammed the door in my face. I pulled away and drove back to my apartment.When I got back I found out the fight between Kelly and me woke up everyone else in the apartment. Jay and his girl du jour were upstairs showering. Trevor and Stephanie were hanging out in the living room with Josh and Liz. I briefed the four of them about my fight. Everyone sympathized with my predicament. I offered to make breakfast for everyone. Trevor and Steph.