I picked myself up off the ground, and began the walk home. I lookedlike hell, my mouth tasted funny, and I was miserable, but I had the answer.By the... time I got home my mind was made up, and I didn't even clean up. Iwent to the dresser and took it out, then went back into my room where I saton the bed, staring into the mirror. I pulled the hammer back, put thebarrel in my right ear, and began to squeeze the trigger. Just then the doorburst open, and my father stood there. He and I locked eyes,. A sound from the woods behind Laurent’s car startled her, and she stopped dancing, using her arms to preserve her modesty as best she could. There was a throaty purr and a familiar crunching noise, which she realised was another car pulling into the clearing by Laurent’s car. Suddenly she realised where they were – it was the local lover’s lane! She vaguely remembered reading something about it in the village paper. It was where young couples from miles around would drive to make out – and more. The leader raised his foot and booted me against thewheelie bins. I struck them hard and lost my balance, going down.My knees hit the pavement and then my hands.This was it. It was over.And then I heard shouting and the skinheads pulled away from me."Leave him alone! Get away from him!"It was the Indian woman. And she had half a dozen big blokes with herthat she'd found inside the steakhouse."Get out of it!" shouted one of the blokes and all three of theskinheads scarpered without a word, the. I don't know why I was so nervous, I was just talking to a six-year-oldchild here, someone who loves me dearly and would never reject me; but Iwas still jittery."What is it mommy and daddy?" she asked as she picked up one of the Oreosand began to twist the cookie apart to dunk the pieces in milk.I looked at her and clasped my hands together, looked into her eyes, andsaid, "Well, honey, daddy and I wanted to tell you something before yougo to school next week; because you need to know this.