Don't let me give you the impression that I was always a sad andunhappy boy. I wasn't. I was fairly cheerful. I had my mother and sheloved me and taug...ht me to be the best person I could be. My father wasmy hero. He was big and strong and loved him to bits.I had my books. This helped me leave my body and be transported throughthe minds of the authors to far off lands and to adventures I couldonly dream of. Cinderella, Alice In Wonderland, The Narnia books andothers all helped me and became my. She is wearing a light summer dress that highlights her chest and ass. She is carrying a portfolio in her left hand.PEGGYMr. Davenport? Peggy Turner.DOUG(Shaking her hand)Please, call me Doug.PEGGYPeggy. How are you.DOUGGood, sit down, please.They sit down on the couch.DOUGIs that your portfolio?PEGGY(passing it over)Yes. And there is a headshot here for you.DOUG(taking the headshot and leafing through the pictures)Thank you. Very nice. Oh, this one is particularly well done. Very nice. So did. ?Strip!? The word stung Marie, she looked at the woman and felt the tears start rolling down her cheeks.?I said strip, or would you rather I bring those cops back and have them do it for you?? Marie started crying in earnest. The woman was smacking the nightstick in the palm of her hand, whether it was a threat or not, Marie took it as such.?Get those clothes off you little trouble maker!? Marie’s hands were shaking like a leaf as she bent over and untied her shoes. It felt like she was. .. no, not normally... you’d be lucky to see a handful of the brightest stars from a back garden. On a street like this the only thing you would ever see would be the moon and if it was low down it would often be a horrible dirty orange colour.” I continued to gaze up holding Suzie’s arm tightly, “there has been a power cut and all the lights are out.” I lowered my gaze and looked around, I wasn’t the only one who had been gazing up at the stars; scattered along the street were probably a dozen.