A middle-aged couple and their son. The boy was just 18 but looked 14 as he was short and slim with a boyish face that I doubt needed shaving. All wee...kend he wore jeans and a t-shirt, even to go to the wedding. I must admit, I found it hard not to watch him whenever we were in the same room. He was so cute.They were leaving early on the Monday morning but the boy, let's call him Sam, arranged for a friend to pick him up later in the morning. The couple left, soon followed by my wife who was. No one’s lived in it since he left. I thought for a while he’d be back. He left in February. I don’t believe he’s coming back.’ I thanked her for the conversation, the job and a great meal and walked to my new home. By midnight I was asleep. Somewhere in the night I woke up covered in sweat and visions of being hidden outside a small village watching through a scope for a certain man to step into my sights. The sound of a twig snapping woke me up. Maybe the twig was just in my dream, my memory. After this she administered to each of us a large glysterine suppository and led to a row of toilet pans and instructed to stand in front of the pan .i looked down the line and watched as my fellow companions started to squirm as the suppositories started to scour our bowels and colons .after what seemed an age the woman walked down the line and told us to sit and empty ourselves .this was not a volentary action as we all just exploded into the pans .we were then led to a shower area where we. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. “Mr. Harold Belser” it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.“Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in.