In the corner of her eye she could see him tear open the small box and slide out a small folded card. He must like it, she thought, because that is so...e smile.He started to speak but it's didn't really seem he was directing his words to her and his eyes were locked onto the card. He spoke slower than before, like he was trying too hard with each syllable. "Code Special Express 4591."She was about to think that's a strange thing to say, but she wasn't really thinking anymore, and besides, it. Sorry," he said and I naively accepted that as a viable and innocent explanation.With my radio playing in the background and my head under the water, he could have been standing there in the bathroom peeping at me through the shower curtain that never closed all the way for all that I knew. He was my son, after all, and I trusted him not to purposely violate my privacy, even though that was exactly what he had done.Our bathroom door didn't have a lock and he was so quick to open it. I could. Furthermore I was very small formy age, and usually meek, mild and timid, and I cried easily. I wasquite afraid of most authority figures, and usually did as I was told.I behaved far better than most boys my age, and usually went along withmy friends' pranks merely to avoid a confrontation. Nevertheless mymother asked my Aunt to discipline me as she saw fit! With a tightsmile, Aunt June replied, "Don't worry, Jane. I'll be pleased to helpyou bring this little hellion under control." I didn't. Anthony had a video footage of the punching incident and showed him the footage. The guy started crying begging for mercy, did it for doctors, the nurses didn't let the opportunity get away, he was ready to do anything, anything Anthony wanted. The guy introduced his partner, very hot chic ...The guy is crying as he could hear the sound of bed having sex, Anthony with his partner! Shame, money shame! Anthony saw him wiping his tears, he felt sad and gave him a hundred dollar note! Crime.