I had a supply of paper towels under the squab of an old armchair in the corner of my room that I would use to mop up the cum, and there was plenty to... absorb. Another friend of mine that I would meet on the tube between Balham and Tooting Bec was Alan, a natural comedian, always regaling me with jokes that were so much funnier than anything that was on the telly, and he was also quite up front about sex. His parents were quite young, in their 30’s I think, his mum a teenager when he was born,. It groaned wearily as she shifted, as if it, too, were as anxious for her to be gone from this world as he was. "Well? I asked you a simple damn question, boy. Did you get me my licorice?" Yes, ma'am," he answered, holding the bag out from as far away as he could get. He couldn't believe how much he hated her. She'd haunted him, harassed him, belittled him and abused him for as long as he could remember."You think my arms grew while you was lollygagging today? Bring me the damn bag, boy, now!". Ileant against the front of the van and looked down across the town. Itwas a clear night. The U-shaped valley was filled with glitteringlights. I could see every district laid out, the contoured bumps ofHillfort and Breton. I could see the old Abbey ruins on their mound inHowekirk and even the castle, all the way down by the river. On theopposite ridgeline, the lights of the Oliver Spragg glimmered merrily,punters inside no doubt drinking their livers dry.The sounds were muted. The detachment. The external windows on the ground floor had already been bricked up and they had started adding bars on the upper storey. Ten, twenty people could easily hold off a mob of a hundred or more. The commune had six. Helen and her brother were the only members under fifty. Helen was barely in her twenties, her brother even younger. By rights and all the natural laws of physics she should be in college right now and he should be finishing high school. Instead she was trapped here in the middle of.