And although neither her mom or the church school she attended believed that they should tell children anything about sex, and even though her mom tri...d to shelter her as much as possible from being exposed to the outside world and its bad influences, still, her body was growing up, and as its natural instincts began to kick in, Trey seemed to understand reflexively what her body was trying to do. She was feeling little tingles of pleasure that radiated through her whole being, but seemed. Now that he thought about it, he realized he had always been a watcher; he existed at the edge of society where he would not be noticed. His handiwork was noticed though; he made sure of that. He was sitting in a cafe, about a block away from the city park in the middle of this town. From his seat near the front he could see down the block to where the police cars were parked haphazardly around the park, lights flashing, several officers in the street waving everyone by while a group of others. My son was fifteen when this all started and he has heard everything you two have said to each other over the phone. The kid didn't dare tell me, but he knew all about his slut of a mother and the man that was father to his sister's boyfriend. It is a wonder he hasn't cracked up. These may be issues he will have to contend with for the rest of his life."Whitney was crying openly. Mike spoke, "I should go and talk to June and see what kind of a story Mikey has told her. Can you give me a ride?". .. you...?” I asked.“I'm Greta,” she said. “Don't you remember me? I'm Princess Ava's bedmaid. We've been traveling together the last few days.”“Princess...?” My thoughts fought against the smothering lethargy. I could feel it on my mind, holding me down from thinking. “I... What's happening?”“It's the poison. You fought the assassin and—”I hissed and tried to sit up. I got halfway up and then the world spun around me. My vision fuzzed dark. I whimpered, falling back onto the ground. I had to.