.. But he would then immediatelyreturn to me, indulging me in a kick-about or a trip to see Queen's ParkRangers (his favourite football club) play. Ev...ery morning I wake up andsee the QPR poster on my wall, I'm reminded that not only am I his boy,I'm his only boy, and that's all I can ever be.Mum, on the other hand, is very much devoted to her career. Out of her anddad, she's the main breadwinner. She manages a large shop (part of anational retail chain) in Knightsbridge, leaving most of the. I struggled to get loose when I realised what he was going to do."Please don't." I begged. He smiled as he placed the clamp on my nipple. The pain brought a harrowing scream from my throat. He got another clamp from the bench and went to my other nipple. The pain from the first clamp was still tearing through me when he put the other one on my right nipple. The clamps tore into my nipples. He then got a third one. Through the pain my mind struggled to understand what he was going to do with. "Did you gerrit?"I went to the lounge doorway. Kevin was slumped on the sofa in hisfavourite football shirt and a pair of soiled Y-fronts. He had his usualsurly expression on his face but seeing it there jarred me a little,almost as if I were seeing him for the first time, and I got that samesense of dread; as though I'd forgotten something absolutely crucial."Hiya," I said, chucking my handbag down on a pile of dirty dishes onthe floor. "You get that job at Cooper's Textiles you was goin for?". You’re going to need that outfit tomorrow anyway. Start walking.”“B-but I can’t walk home like this,” I protested.“Then stay here. I really don’t care.” Sheila turned on her heel and entered the house. I sighed and started walking home.I began walking home, in the obscenely small bikini that my former friend- my former best friend- Sheila was forcing me to wear. The last time I had made this walk, it was in flat shoes, and that took me half an hour, so I figured in heels it would probably take.