" Laura, Laura Jenkins," replied Jonnie's mum.Laura started explaining that Jonnie wanted to come round but she wasworking and had arranged a babysitt...er. She was an air hostess and oftenhad to travel so had a regular babysitter but Jonnie was adamant he couldstay over."Oh that's not problem," said Miss Smith. "Any time you're away drop himover and he can stay as long as he likes. It must cost you a fortune insitters!" I'll pay you off course," said Laura."No, I won't hear of it!" replied Miss. Gingerly, three seventeen and eighteen year olds pulled him to his feet, pulled down his pants and edged him into the bath; where he promptly peed in the water. All three girls screwed up their noses, and pretended that they had never done that. Then they washed him, top to ... bottom. “Eugh!” and then feet.Drying him took time, Marylin, feeling guilty, helped and they found some pyjamas. They put him to bed.“We shouldn’t have left him alone at Christmas.” said Angela“Whatever we did, it would. They both made a big to-do about opening a codpiece that was covering his groin. He opened his legs wide and both of the women crouched between them, their hands busy at his crotch. It was then that I noticed the displays built into the walls showing live video of the machinations on-stage for those who wanted to get a bird’s eye view. They opened the crotch of his pants so that his cock was freed. Then both of them sucked and licked his member. It was the largest cock I had ever seen. Now,. “In that same sense,” he pointed out, “Canada isn’t really anyone’s home, except for aboriginal people.”“What do you mean?”He told her the story of Canada, the real story. Not the dates and acts of dead white men, but the story of migration and upheaval. It was a tale that ran from orphan French girls desperate for a husband in the seventeenth century to Scots fleeing massacres in the eighteenth; from Irish dying of famine to Italians fleeing overpopulation to Sri Lankans running away from war.