As I walked towards that short, bald, and muscular man, I giggled every time I looked at his comical features. He was standing with an innocent look o... his face (and with a bulging point on his pants).“You know there are cameras on this floor and still you couldn’t control yourself, you fucking rat”, I said.His expressions grew even more innocent and I was feeling guilty of scolding that hideous man. I found out that no camera was covering the narrow part where he was standing and doing his. Well the Dad used to but he hasn't since I was old enough to pour and not spill anything.While I drank my blood and did my hair and put on my shoes Grandma and I talked about what I thought I needed for the apartment. And she told me about the places we could go. She knows of a lot of thrift and second hand shops. She also knew of a fabric store so I could make some drapes for the windows. Sure some of them have shutters and some have shades but not all of them. And who want's to wear sunscreen. Damn foolthing for him to do being blind and all."He stuttered back, "What do you mean use to?"Sarge gave him an accusing eye, "Why do you want to know?" I've heard the name mentioned tonight. Is, is he dead...?" he stammerednervously. "That's what I said, dead. They went out and never came back. Wasn't thefirst and won't be the last. Those swamps aren't friendly places on thebest of days. You want a bag for that?" Sarge asked pointing at thedrink."N, n, no, I'm fine," he said in shock. Dead,. Clay Tomlinson wasBrooke's boyfriend from Grade 9 on, and was the textbook jock with schoolletters in football, baseball, hockey, lacrosse and, rugby (all sportsDavid came dead last in by the way). They met when Clay grades wereslipping and needed tutoring luckily for him Brooke came to the rescue,and had been going strong ever since, that is until recently, when theydecided to take their relationship to the next level the sex level.Brooke had originally been dead set on saving herself for.