He was my coach, my mentor, and the only father I ever knew. He welcomed me into his family. I loved him. So I couldn’t stand by and let someone des...roy his life. Not if I could help it. And so that night I followed president Hilda Winston to the school parking lot. I had a baseball bat in hand, and gloves. I also wore a long black raincoat with a cowl, and a ski mask underneath. It was raining but I waited in the bushes for her to come. She parked her Ferrari near a bunch of large trees close. Some of my favourite girls were there, and I took pleasure in chanting under my breath the things I chanted as I wanked on them at home. Miss Julie had been there, but there was no sign of Her now, and I’d got enough notes and was worked up enough to head home and pleasure myself like the perv I was and am. I’d waited for sight of Miss Julie but it seemed She’d gone home so there was no point in staying – another missed opportunity I surmised. Then the phone went, right as I was at the open. He stopped the truck in front of the produce stand and began unloading the baskets, bags, and buckets of fruit and vegetables. He put the cooler under the long counter near the old cane chair at the east side of the open-air building where it would be as far as possible from the afternoon sun. He checked the truck once more to make sure he hadn't missed anything and then moved it behind the little building. He patted his pocket once more for the quarter roll, reached across the seat for the. Fortunately there's nobody home, but when I enter the living room Iencounter the baleful eye of a PIR detector. A burglar alarm begins toshriek.Fuck, fuck, shit...That squealing noise really does instill panic in an intruder: it makes mewant to flee the building at once.I make my way to the front door and I'm about to let myself out when Ihear footsteps on the gravel. I peep out, and see Hugh, my neighbour...although of course he won't know me. He wanders around the front and backof the house,.