the last bridge to cross the river here was torn down over 1500 years ago . his brother and more than brother was gone , and gone because he himself had killed him . going to take it like a good whore ? '' tilting her head toward him , so her lips grazed his cheek , she whispered softly , `` shall we go ? '' he stumbled and fell when she hit him . i changed his shoes and trousers , put the beer-stained ones in the washing machine , and got the fire going so that he would warm up . 