(read earlier story for details on him) Anyway, the day of my birthday came and it was a great one, I was spoiled rotten off the folks and spent the d...ay at school before having a meal out with the fam on the evening. As I got in from school I saw my neighbour John, for those of you who haven't read my first story John was my divorced neighbour, he was 52 years old, grey/black hair, 6ft built with a goatee. He was a handsome older guy who i had been having fun with for the past 4 months since. His father stood with a stern look on his facewhile his mother looked in the closet, then got down on her knees andpeeked under the bed. "Where is she hiding?"A sudden breeze ruffled the curtains, and Jerry's father crossed theroom and stuck his head out the open window. "My God, who are youseeing, a Romanian gymnast?"Jerry smiled. "No, Dad."His mother joined his father at the window. "Dear Lord," she said.Then, turning back to Jerry, she asked, "Do we know her?" No." What's her name?" Not. I realized then that I had been telling her, all along, which ones they were by my own fears that colored the grains.We wept for the dead, Simone and I, friend and foe alike, our tears mingling together with the waves, washing and cleansing. The fear was still there, but Simone had a way of healing, drawing out the pain. It was her gift, her talent and she was learning to use it well.Sally and Nicole found us asleep in my chair when they came to get me for breakfast, Simone's head lying. ?How do I get the water out and onto the floor? I said in a tarty voice. ?Use your mouth your good at that?. A cut from the cane in her hand persuaded me not to argue any more. So I sucked up a mouth fully of soppy water, dropped it on the floor and holding the scrubbing brush in my teeth scrubbed an area of floor. I looked up and Maryclean ?That’s right use your mouth? I groaned as I licked up the dirty water. I was just about to spit it back in the bucket when she caned me across the.