Once again, it was hard to keep my thoughts straight.Ross started his senior year in high school, the first few days riding in with me from Orondo in ...he morning and home again late in the afternoon. At the end of his first week, we packed up our belongings in Orondo, and moved back to our home.It was the third week of September when Pete Mahoney called me and asked if I could come to his office. I agreed, of course, but dreaded the likely subject of the meeting."Come on in, Geoff. We'll meet. As a lawyer, I’ll get to destroy a lot of lives. Lucky me! My change of heart came on a Thursday afternoon in mid-November as I waited inside the bus station in Brockton. It was raining and I didn’t feel like going home on foot. As I waited, I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between a tall black male police officer and a plump white female bus driver. The bus driver was asking the cop about whether or not she should get a lawyer to collect money from her incarcerated spouse to support. He tried to start the truck, but it still would not start. "Well," he said. "I guess we're camping out tonight." A short while later, I felt his hands caress my shoulders. I didn't want to give in to what was obviously an attempt to make out with me, but it felt so good. I just allowed him to work his fingers into my skin and massage my neck and shoulders. "Relax," he said. "We're safe. We'll get help in the morning." "I know," I said, leaning back to allow him to continue massaging me. "You. Pushing his way between us, Ryan easily transitioned himself into dancing. He smiled at me as we danced, our bodies a few feet away from one another as the song loudly blasted a dance song through the speakers. I was having the time of my life and the best birthday imaginable. Then the music turned slow and everyone took up a partner. To my surprise Ryan and Talia began to dance, laughing and talking, leaving me to slowly be pushed into a corner where I was left to only watch the room of.