“I didn’t need to be here either, I was badgered into it as well.”She was shocked, I could see it in her face; it was the last thing she expecte...d. She had clearly been handled with kid gloves after her break up, and this aggression confused her.“I’m sorry?” she said with a worried frown. It was not an apology, but a quest for understanding.“Sorry? Yes, you’re sorry, you’re hurt; so am I,” I snapped, deliberately misinterpreting her query. “D’you think I came here to enjoy raking up all the. .. I get study room 304, as I planned ... and we go upstairs ... you walking behind me, I can feel your stare on me ... I unlock the door, and we go inside, put our stuff down, and you say ... "look at you, with that little top on" as I take my sweater off ... you say, "let's see" and I, feeling a little bit shy about it, but wanting your reaction, wanting you to want me, I do a little twirl around so you can check me out ... you say, "nice" ... I sit and we chat ... you ask me to flash you. "I wanted to see you, too. I need my little brother." I got a hug in return and we walked home learning about Aron's day at school.On the wall in the kitchen was our flat, black phone. It, of course, had a rotary dial, because push buttons had not been invented yet for it. The cord was four feet long and straight. The handset was heavy enough to be used as a club. You had to pull a chair close if you wanted to sit. At least, this way I could keep the parents off the phone for a while. Perhaps. You knock over her collection of garden gnomes and accidentally broke one. As you get up and saw what has happened, you turn around to flee and the old lady who lives in the house is standing right in front of you."You broke my gnomes." The Old Lady says as she stares into your eyes. She looks old and wrinkly, her dark eyes sink into her head and her face almost resembles a skull with skin hanging off of it. She wears an all black dress which makes her silvery white hair stand out. "You invaded.