The room around me was mid session, but frozen like a still from amovie. The teacher was mid-gesture to a pupil over the other side of theroom with th...eir hand up. She looked old, and firm. Some of the kidsaround me were detestable: some had stupid dyed black hair andpretentious badges proclaiming them to be loners and thinkers, otherswere nerdy types who cowered at the front... it was exactly the same aswhen I'd been to school. Only I was the confident one who both knew allthe answers and won. He opened the door and led her inside. ?Well here we are, home sweet home? He said, with a sweeping gesture of his arm. She lookedaround the flat and shivered; it was dark, dank, cold and had a certain kind ofmusty smell about it. The furniture was scarce and old, a single bed wasagainst one wall, with peeling pink flowered wallpaper and damp patches on theceiling, a three legged bedside table sat beside the bed, being supported by apile of books, an overstuffed armchair in one corner and a. Although she had no proof, she kept on thinking of the old saying, "it's too high up to eat grass but it must be fed" and this suspicion brought on more drinking.About three months before he turned 16 Duane found out for sure that his mother was a lush when she started spending more and more time in the family home office/den where incidentally there was a refrigerator and small well stocked bar.One Friday night when Joe was away but was expected to return around lunch time on the Saturday,. As we were killing time, I asked John about his wife at home. "Does she know you're here doing this?" I asked."OH no, she would kill me if she found out. She thinks I'm a pervert as it is!" he replied."And how old is your wife then?" I enquired."16 years old, we married two months ago because I got her pregnant" he answered."She is right, you are a pervert!" I quipped laughing."By the way John, just so you are aware, any arrangements you make with Agatha for after tonight is strictly down to.