The time had passed rapidly and it was time for them to have some supper out at the Royal Carib Pub. The English had eaten there when they had owned t...he island. Nobody knew who had ownership which with the war going on was quite embarrassing. The islanders had decided that it was their chance to run things themselves. Of course they had been doing that for years. The owner was Georgie. He was an islander closer in age to her parents than to Barbara. He and Raphael joked around but the table. I’m not at all dissatisfied with things, it just isn’t what you expect, exactly, when you’re growing up. You know?My name’s irrelevant, and you’ll figure I’m just making it up, but I’ll put it in anyway. I’m Amy. I guess I’m writing to work things out, or get them off my chest, to a certain extent, and it feels more real if I put my name on it. My fella is the unimaginatively-named Lad. It’s a flexible name. Sometimes he’s Laddie, or Laddie Boy, Laddie Bucko, Lad-old-Pup, or any number of other. If Alena lay in a puddle of blood, Loni lay in a small lake. She lay curled in a ball on her side, whimpering like a child. One hand was pressed lightly to the hole in her belly. The other lay limply behind her back. She had probably tried to cover the hole in her back as well but had run out of strength. Loni coughed—more of a hiccup really—and blood spewed from her mouth. Blood covered her chin. As Alena watched, Loni’s bowels loosened and piss sprayed her thighs and mixed with her. Preeti kept talking.. I was unable to hear anything.. my mind completely went blank.Immediately after entering room, I said “Preeti, You order the food, I’m feeling very hot, I’ll take bath and come, let’s have food together”. I entered bathroom, removed my dress started shower to pretend that I’m taking shower. My boner became free and was standing tall.. started masturbating.. after a min, preeti knocked the door, I said “what?” Preeti said “Bava do you need any help?” I said no thanks..She.