“What do you mean by no?” Beth asked.“Beth, I love you to death, but you misread what I wanted you to do. It’s not your fault, because I was u...ed to being led around like a love-sick puppy,” I said, and looked around the room at the confused faces. “I guess I better tell you all that I care about each and every one of you. It wouldn’t be a leap to say that I love each of you.”Then I remembered that my mom and Mrs. A were in the room. I might not want to go into specifics. I took a deep breath. Another time – and this was MY idea (giggle), although Tiff got to do it 'cos torturing tramps is something she really gets off on and I'm happy to just watch – she dangled the money out (a big stash) and she made all these old wrecks dance for her in order to get it. God it was a scream to see. She put her car stereo on and got them to pretend to be in a disco, made them groove around and smooch with each other. "Yeah trampies, go on, dance for me," she's giggling. "Let's see some snogging. His dad had built it to use as a workshop shortlybefore he had died. Aunt Dina had used it as an open air studio whenfriends stopped by and felt like making music with her. As he backed thetruck into the building he had the thought that this was probably thefirst time this place had actually been used to store a vehicle sincehis dad built it.He closed up the truck and started rooting around in the storeroom forwhat he would need to secure the two trailers. He found a couple ofheavy chains. My father also is in a similar position to me. I'm afraid things were bad for my grandfather. He is quite old and remembers wearing trousers in the last century. He is now in an old people's home but is quite mad as he refuses to wear what the home gives him. He claims that it is not right and men should be able to wear trousers as they used to.I quite like my lifestyle. My two boys are growing up and demand the usual things that boys want. Julian wants new dolls all the time and Terrie at that.