"We did eleven all together," I said, "how do you feel?" Fine," she giggled, "it's not that any of them lasted more than a couple of stokes."No that's... true," I laughed with her for I myself don't last that long between her tits."I've paid a few urgent bills already," I said."Good," she smiled up at me, "you ok with this?" No of course not," I snapped, "sorry, I know it worse for you." No not really," she giggled, "I always like my tits touched and squeezed, good job really. How many have you. " Ay, this old dog's been around a few years, engineers, I wouldn't piss on them, full of book knowledge but no brains."...The next day the mechanics arrived with their mobile workshop and removed the track cleats. "The pins are pretty badly worn mate, they'll hold for a bit longer but take it easy on them."They flushed out the steering box on the grader and found there was some metal swarf in the oil, instead of refilling it with oil they chose to pump grease into it instead. "She needs to be. But I hit the ball so hard it smashed one of theschool windows. Miss Lewes was very cross with me, and said that I haddone it on purpose.When I went home, mummy said Mrs Templeton had telephoned to say that Ihad been a naughty girl again. "Really, Beverly!" said mummy, crossly."Why are you so very naughty? The more naughty you are, the longer I willmake you wear dresses and frilly knickers. Is that what you want? Do youwant to be a girl forever?" Mummy sent me to bed without any supperagain, so. I was done with stupid, irrational fears. As any good university student, I had learned to rationalize everything I couldn’t explain right away, thus stripping it of its mystique and danger. Or so I tried to convince myself. The pond was almost a perfect circle, ringed by a dense, red-green mat of moss. Tufts of the crimson carpet had torn itself loose and was floating lazily along the edges of the water, looking like the filthy hair of whatever skulked beneath the surface. Sorry excuses for.