"May I talk to you privately, John?" Cynthia asked."Certainly," I responded. I turned on the TV set loud enough to assure us privacy from eavesdropper...s. Elizabeth and Carol didn't seem to mind. Carol started switching channels with the remote. I led Cynthia into my bedroom and she closed the door behind us."What do you want to talk about?" I want to talk about fucking." That's already settled, isn't it? Don't worry about Carol." I'm not worried about my daughter. I'm worried about me." What?". They could hear bullets tearing through wood and glass."They must have suppressors on their guns," Finn whispered as he crept over to one of the windows facing the house. "That's why we can barely hear the gunshots." He slowly raised his eyes to the glass. The carnage was astounding. There were about twenty shadowy figures lined up, blasting at the house. Though their weapons were suppressed, faint muzzle flashes flickered in the darkness. Finn dropped back down and reported the scene. In the. Extroverted, self-confident and uninhibited, but less so than Barry. Barry was clearly popular with girls, but just as obviously, was not ready for serious relationships. I had no idea he might harbour gay tendencies. Until one day, having just completed a particularly adventurous streak, we stood beside each other, panting, and still naked."I'd like to fuck you," he announced, with not a hint of embarrassment or reserve. "I think we could have a good time."I just needed to stay cool, not at. I'd have to talk to Julie again.xxxxxxxAt about half past six, Sian and Malcolm came back from their day walking in the Black Mountains, tired but very happy; although it had rained steadily while they were driving up, it had turned out fine and clear for the actual walk, and it was obvious they had both really enjoyed being out on the hills again.They said the scenery was amazing; and it had been great to get out of the city and just see hills and sky; the only sounds they could hear being.