Chapter 1132 She Is In Control(Taboo Fuck):>Ep4

• One part of the upper floor had been partitioned off -- a more recent structure, and I entered it. The only furniture was a desk pushed against the window and a narrow bed on the opposite side with a small table next to it. One wall was covered with pictures: in frames, mostly, but interspersed with squares of photographic paper fastened to the rough wood with sewing pins stuck in at odd angles. Old pictures, to begin with: of family, mostly. Happy, smiling faces -- me and Donna straddling the back of a skinny grey mare, and Mum at the beach on one of our rare holidays, sitting in a deckchair and laughing. Dad in front of the old ford, his moustache gleaming in the sun; and another of him under a tractor, peering up at the camera with a smear of grease on one cheek and the trademark cigarette butt protruding from one corner of his mouth. They'd killed him in the end, those little white cylinders.
• There was a group picture, too, taken much later - Donna and Jim and Mum and me standing in front of the house. There was a little girl in it too, smiling at the camera with her beautiful golden eyes that were so much wiser than her little face. Amie. I hadn't seen it at the time, but even then she seemed to have a presence about her, as if she was the subject in the picture and the rest of us were there simply as props. She was stood between Mum and me with each of us resting a hand on her shoulders. Little Amie.
• My thoughts were broken by a sudden commotion from the far end of the building: a series of heavy thuds that shook the old timbers, and a loud whinnying and snorting filled the air. The noise filled the stables, urgent and insistent: much louder and more strident than the normal sound of horses, and I turned and hurried towards it. I could see now that the top floor ended about two thirds of the way along the building -- almost like a viewing area, set above some of the stalls below. My footsteps were concealed by the cacophony and I was hidden by the relative gloom of the upper floor so that I arrived at the loft undetected, leaning over the protective balustrade to see what the source of the noise was.