"How very rude" scolded Suzi. "Here's Sian gone to all this trouble andyou can't even greet her? Tell her how nice she looks?" She continuedto hold my...hand out for Jason. "Sian, please excuse Jason, he getsflustered by a pretty girl".Now Jason addressed me, looking me up and down again. I met his eyeonly briefly, my cheeks still burning, before casting my gaze downagain. "I can't believe what I'm seeing dude," he said. "I had norespect for you before, man, when she was going out with you, but. "Uh well I wrap them around my... my..." Cock?"I was surprised at the vulgarity being uttered inside the confessional. "Uh yes, around my cock." I see. What do you thinking about when you masturbate?" Ah... about having sex, sex with my mother."There was a sharp intake of air. "I see. Well son you are going to have to come back to my office and discuss this with me personally. Do you know the way?" Yes, I know the way." Good, you go ahead and I'll be right there."I left the confessional and. The paper said that, three days later (on a Friday night) there would be a group meeting in the main lounge. All adults in our group (including, by name, me and Geneva Franklin) were expected to attend. Roald and I, right in the paper, were designated as carriers, to help Martin Kazner to get down the gangway and into the lounge for the meeting.There was going to be a lengthy discussion of setting up a "constitution" for our group. We would discuss broad general rules that we would all be. ”“Your lawyer is here.”“What’s going on?”“I don’t know. It’s just there’s a bunch of people in one of the interview rooms wanting to talk to you.”“I don’t like this.”“Get your ass off of that bed.”AJ walked ahead of the deputy. It made him nervous walking along like that. He expected that at any minute, he was going to get shoved face first into the iron bars of a jail cell and receive a strong shot to the kidneys. It was hard trying to walk casually while looking furtively over his shoulder..