“Where do you want me to start?” “Right after Brad turned the light off. I saw where his hand was. What happened?” “So what were you and Jar...ad doing that you had to have the light off?” Jill had been staring at the ceiling. She turned and looked at Ashley. Ashley turned toward Jill. “Well, you have to remember, Jarrad used to come over here a lot. We've even been on a couple of dates. But I asked you first. What happened?” Jill turned back to looking at the ceiling. “I'm not sure I want to. "No, it's not mum," I said and reached to take the shabby coat off her shoulders."That's mine," she said and gripped it tightly."I know it's yours, it'll always be yours, I'm going to hang it up on the peg, look."She watched where I'd put it, just like I'd watched where my possessions were, during the two years I'd spent in the young offender's institute. An apple had been fought over once and a youth stabbed to death for stealing it.Tobacco was more precious than gold in there, you could spend. As she stood next to my desk, I couldn't help but think about how different she and Amber were physically. Amber was petite, blonde and very curvaceous. While Dylan was thin and tight, with short brown hair. She was five foot six and likely on her way too five foot eight or nine. Where Amber was a feminine, girlie type, Dylan was an athlete who played soccer, volleyball and basketball. And in terms of curves, Amber has really big boobs and nice hips and rear, while Dylan's chest (so far as I. At nine o'clock he finally walked through the door, cursing. "Do you know what that stupid cunt did?" He asked me, rage in his voice.The question caught me off guard. "You mean Cassy?" I asked. Neither one of us had spoken her name since the last time she came to the apartment."Yeah, how many other stupid cunts do you know?" John threw his coat at the wall. It hit with a loud clap and slid to the floor."I thought she was out of the picture," I said.He laughed and slumped down on the couch..