It was about 10.30 when we had finished our coffee and Teri said, ‘You know what, Emma? I rather think I’d like you to come back to mine for a bra...ndy.’ Her flat was the home of an artist. Pictures, all original and some featuring Tei graced the walls. She smiled as I walked around her spacious living room examining each one. I noted one which was clearly Isobel’s work. It had all her hallmarks, the way fabric moved, eyes sparkled, the body was revealed despite being clothed. ‘The filthy ones. ”“If she is as sensitive as I think she is, she’ll deserve far more than this.” Derrick said as he slapped Johnathon on the shoulder.Finally over her fit of laughter, Lucie’s eyes suddenly flew wide as she once again cocked her head to one side.“Hello? Yes I can hear you. You sound so far away! Are you the one I heard before? Yes I am with him, I will tell him, ok.” Startled Lucie turned toward Derrick her mouth hanging open. “She is so far away! She has been alone for so long. She also feels. “Seen it before…in my country”, added the student.“Dyke fight ?”, asked the old man“Yes…dykes fighting to the death”, answered the young man.“To dykes catfighting to the death”, yelled Richard like it was a toast, as the four men approached each other and touched cocks.“Big cockfight, I hear”, said Nigel, “Wish I had seen it”, turning to the old man next to him.“Oh you would have liked it”, answered the old man, “Big cocks on big men”. “A big fight…rough too…swordfight with punches and. Landers house, the hill that had been half torn up by a recent storm. With no regard for his own safety, he flung himself down the hill. On the way down he crashed through a few bushes, hit his shin on a big rock and got, if it was possibly, even more filthy. For a moment he paused to examine his camouflage. His legs and arms were magnificently scrapped, but even better was his bloody right knee and his right hand, which had managed to pick up four or five thorns. Grinning from ear to ear, he.