We were blessed because other families had 4 and sometime 5 kids. Most slept outside on the ground unless it was raining. Some were more privileged an... had a tarp to cover them. I also slept out side not because I had too but because I preferred the outdoors. Oh I forgot to mention I am 7 years old and my name is Chad Lincoln. Since we were so far from town there was no school. The women borrowed books and taught us as best they could. We never had an accurate count of the children, it. As the juices and piss and pudding mix together, Kirk buries his face in my belly, and starts lapping up the mix, again like a hungry puppy. After both of us just lay there for several minutes, I told Kirk I really should jet—I didn't like leaving Dustin at home by himself late at night. And if he ever told mom, she would k I l l me. Kirk nodded approval, and I got dressed, sliding into my tee over the milky mess still sticking to my torso. I tied the laces together of my PF Flyers, and slung. Theoretically Min should have been away at university herself at that time. She’d taken a week or so off from her studies to come home for her big brothers wedding. It was Min who came out of the house to help me extract an almost comatose Bill, from the back of the taxi and all-but carry the bugger up to his room. Then she began helping me undress the bugger so we could put him to bed. That was fine until we got down to Bill’s underpants, that I had been intending to leave him wearing. Min had. Three days before the prom I came home from my part-time job of bagging groceries at the local market to find my father and Mr. Pavel, Val and Vic's dad, sitting at the kitchen table. I was invited to join them and Mr. Pavel said, "I have a problem and you are the only one I know well enough to ask about it. Neither Viv or Val has a date for the senior prom and knowing that they won't be going unless it is with each other is driving them crazy. That in turn is making my wife a basket case. What.