‘So you found something. What is it that needs my advice? It must be unusual.’ ‘It is. I don’t know how to put this without seeming insane.’...‘Just assume that you are asking hypothetical advice for an unnamed friend, Reginald. We’ll know that the question isn’t hypothetical or that the friend is you, but it might help you to say what you need to say.’ ‘OK. I think I follow that.’ Reginald took a swallow from his glass of lager. ‘This imaginary friend found a glass bottle rather like a carboy. He was smart enough to not come charging toward the car leaving himself unprotected. He was just far enough away that my thirty-eight with its short barrel wouldn't be much use. I only had six rounds in the gun and the rest of my ammo was locked in the trunk of my car so I couldn't waste any shots. I had to get Ross close enough that I couldn't miss.That's when Ross decided to taunt me."Hey, Hobbs, pretty soon you'll be in the back of that car with your buddy Agent Van Horn. Of course you'll. ." she began."Oh, that's just fucking great!" I interrupted her. "Not sorry that you did it, just sorry that you got caught! Just sorry that your son just caught you sucking some tiny dicked pool boy!" My knee was bouncing faster than it ever had and I noticed mom's eyes were locked on it as she bit her lower lip. "Just what do you think my dad is going to say when I tell him what I saw?" Mom's eyes snapped to mine, the fear etched into her normally beautiful face. "Oh no, don't! Please don't. “Now take off your shirt.” You pull the shirt from your shoulders, let it slipfrom your arms to joinyour other clothes on the floor. “Turn around.” You turn your back to me. I gaze down the nice curveof your spine tothe fleshy mounds of your buttocks to the sweep of yourthighs and legs. “Bend over, pull your bum cheeks apart .” You do so, and I look on the glistening slit ofpinkish-purple that unfoldsbfore my eyes. .