Because first you answer my questions."He looked sullen and remained silent, so I continued "Or, you cananswer the questions that the Police will want...to ask you?" I indicatedthe drugs on the table. "Either you start right now or I pick up thephone and dial 999." Please, what happened after I went over the wall?" he asked, his voicesounding surprisingly cultured - and totally at odds with hisappearance. I briefly explained about finding him, then the drugs inhis pockets and finished with. He could hear birds, the scurrying of a small animal. The buzzing. That damn buzzing it was getting louder. He rolled his head and turned his eyes, his backpack was against a huge tree. The clearing was just a few yards across and in shade, hell everything was in shade here. In spite of the shade he was burning hot now and he craved water. He could see a patch of sunlight near his head, just a single shaft of light spearing down through the vegetation. It was a bright spot on the ground, no. It was probably supposed to be a nice, perfumed smell, but instead allit managed to do is offend my confused senses a little bit more."Alright sweetie, now I'll just put a bit of foundation on and youshould be ready for the day", she continued.The word 'sweetie' made me cringe pretty visibly, but didn't concern mymother at all. I suppose even the real Katy might have found thatpatronising at age 14, but then she seemed relatively feminine, as Iwas all too reminded by the tight skirt around my. "Mother," I stated, "How much do you knowabout my little "problem? " I asked."Well, let's see here, Jamie." You've got a bag full of women's underwear and other clothing." I saw some cute two-piece swimsuits, leotards and tights." I'd say I'vegot a closet transvestite living right here under my nose." Oh, Mother," I stated, turning beat red and no knowing exactly how torespond. She took my hand and started walking toward my bedroom. "Bringyour panties, dear." We'll put them where they.