They weren’t married and like me, also in their mid-twenties. I briefly met them on the day I moved in.Fiona was a night nurse at the local hospital...and left home to report for duty at seven-thirty each evening. After seven night shifts, she would then have three nights off before once more returning to duty. She preferred night shifts because they were a lot less hassle. Most patients were asleep and one did not have to contend with all the crap the day nurses had to put up with. Fiona was. Okay... okay.. be there in a little bit."I look at him quizzically. He smiles, "Family's at an apartment complex. They want me to come see it. Come for a ride." Okay, sure."We jump into his car, a beautiful restored '67 mustang in forest green. We race down the street. In what feels like mere minutes thanks to the V8, we're pulling up in front of a beautiful apartment complex. As we walk inside, we see his family. An employee greets us, and we begin the tour. The place is absolutely. Er stellte sich mir als Erkan vor und er erzählte mir unter Tränen, dass er aus Nordzypern geflohen sei, weil er von seinem Vater halb totgeprügelt worden ist. Ich fragte ihn warum?Erst druckste er rum und sagte dann .Zuerst war ich geschockt, dann fing ich an zu lachen. Erkan wurde wütend Weil ich auch auf Jungs stehe und deshalb von zuhause abgehauen bin, weil mein Vater Stress gemacht hat. Danach fielen wir uns in die Arme und haben uns gegenseitig getröstet. Dabei sind wir. He was staring at the large, bloody combat knife and the red line onhis stomach. "L-l-look, James, I thought you'd want to fool around, that'sall, I never meant to, well..."James took the point of the knife and slowly lowered it to Paul's crotchthen nicked his scrotum, drawing blood. "Maybe castration is in order. Messyfor sure but I have a little cook's blow torch in the kitchen so youprobably won't bleed out. Sound fun?"Paul's eyes went wide and he flopped back on the bed, the agony of.