You sound like you been drinking, and I don’t feel like your shit tonight. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, when you sober up, or whatever. Get off my p...rch.’ ‘I’ll get off your porch, but I’ll be sitting right here until your little boyfriend comes out. He’s got to come out sooner or later, and I’ll be sitting right here. You want that? So you better let me in, now, cause I ain’t going nowhere.’ Justin had numerous thoughts running through his head. Should he just come out? Should he try going out. He walked over to his sister's room, knocked lightly, and opened the door. Sally was at her desk reading her history book."Sally, how about in your bikini or underwear."Sally looked up from her book and at her brother. "Maybe, now go do your homework or dad will take that thing away."Tom pulled her door closed and returned to his room, encouraged by her answer.Sally hesitated before resuming her studies and thought about her brother's suggestion. She imagined herself dressed in her skimpiest. He is sitting at the back of the club, still wrapped in a shawl despite the roaring fire behind him. He doesn't bother to turn, instead staring into the flickering flames as he sips a glass of brandy."I've seen that look before, that hunger. You think you've exhausted every pleasure this world has to offer and you're looking for some new thrill to ease the tedium. Then you heard about them and you wondered if it was possible, without dying and having your soul sucked out that is. Then someone. Before, as a police officer, I could simply say that department policy prohibited me from speaking. Aside from back when I got the Medal, and last fall when Jack got me involved in the football kneeling mess, I avoided the press. Now I had nobody to run interference for me. Most of the press interest had died off before I officially retired, but I did return a call from Scott Pelley of CBS News. He had done the 60 Minutes piece on me way back when and was interested in a follow-up piece. We.