That’s the way society looks at youth. Send them to the fields to harvest tomatoes. Send them to war to enforce our will on the world. Whose will? O...d people’s will. Losing a few kids here and there—whether in a foreign war or to defend our second amendment rights—is a good thing. Thins the herd. Survival of the fittest. Well, it thins the wrong end of the herd. Send the old people to the fields so they can do something useful before they die. Start suggesting old people’s homes are better. You’ve not had a wank today and you’ve been watching porn when you’ve had a spare 5 mins but its just not quite cutting it. But that squirm, that small but focused weight on you, its so so wrong, but feels so so good. You hug her back, pull her in close and deliberately move her weight down. You then get your shit together and stand up. ‘I’m taking you home now. You’re gonna be just fine. You’re gonna go live with your uncle and it’ll be a fresh start for you.’ She pouts, but picks up her bike. The door suddenly opened, two naked girls came out and looked down at me with disgust in their eyes. Rachel, who had her phone with her, took a few pictures of me, half-naked on the floor in front of her room."I can't believe you are spying on us, you creep. I always knew your were a fucking perv, but I thought you would grow out of it once you become an adult." As Rachel said this she sounded just as disappointed as angry."This is unacceptable." Lola added then turned to Rachel. "We better. " Ben, you son-of-a-bitch. You had me served right here in my office. What are you trying to do to me? Where do you get off charging abandonment, and with having adulterous sex in the presence of underage children? You know that isn't true." Do I?" And you hired Betty Bumgarten to represent you. You know we don't get along. She'll rip me apart in front of the judge." Joan, you always claimed to be the best attorney in town. I paid enough to make you one. It doesn't seem that I can win either.