Porter could not believe her good fortune. This could be Pulitzer stuff. She had no idea why the dumb kid had changed his mind, but she was sure glad ...hat he had. And Merton (the professor) was going to be interviewing him with her. Interviewing them, actually. She wasn't sure why they wanted to include some prissy little girl, but that shouldn't detract from her dissection of the stupid jock.She and Merton had spent almost three hours coordinating and polishing their questions. It was hard to. Dorothy reciprocated and let itbe known that she would give as good as they gave, earning both respectand derision but getting the message across loud and clear- she won'tgive in to pressure.She made few friends in Newhall. The closest ones she had were GretaNelson, Valerie Johnson and Tiffany West. Tiffany and Valerie had sonsand like her were seen as outsiders by the community. Valerie wasabandoned by her boyfriend, Tiffany's boyfriend was a known drunk andwomanizer who struggled to hold down. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘I left my keys in my purse, but my purse is in the car. I’m locked out!’ ‘Wait’ Michael gestured with his hands for her to stay in place. ‘I’ll go around and double check all the doors.’ He walked around the side of the car, checked the rear hatch, and then continued to the other side. Michael appeared around in front of the car and simply waved Marie over. He looked as if he might be laughing. ‘It’s all locked up. At least come and get in my car while we figure this out.’. He could see into John’s sleeping area. John had just glanced at his watch. He was beginning to panic because of the late hour and leapt excitedly from his bed. Pete noticed that John’s jockey shorts were sharply tented in the front by a huge erection and no doubt, he too would have opted to jack off had he not been running so late. Just then, John looked up and when he saw Pete looking at the front of his underwear, he looked down and saw the steel hard erection that was pushing out the front.