Later Uncle Billy, home on leave, drunk, drenched with sweat and tobacco smells, drawing you over his knees; kissing taboo, you just confirmed, it’s dirty, not the thing to do, leads to other things. Like photos of nudes, Nicky and Bert kept pasted in their scripture books, relieving the laceration of Miss Hill’s vagina; spinsterhood personified, with her sadistic fascination for boys’ backsides. Alistair Berg come here, bend over please.
