"Upstairs. Bath." He showed me the six-pack of beer in his left hand. "I'm going to drink two of these and expect you downstairs. Don't dry yourse...f, come down wet. And fucking clean." He turned and walked into my living room; I heard him changing the channels on my tv, and then the sound of a can cracking open. "BATH!!" he shouted abruptly.I flinched. My feet turned me and took me up the stairs, where in a daze I ran a bath and stripped my clothes off and lowered myself into the warm. Before long, she would be rotated out of the area to a new assignment, standard procedure for new hires. So I was rather pleasantly surprised when she entered my shop area one evening close to Midnight. Figuring she just wanted a light, I reached for my matches but instead she asked if the dark-blue car she’d seen my drive off in the parking lot one night was mine. Christine was all toothy-grin, standing inches from me as I sat in my swivel-chair, her thigh brushing my knee from time to time as. When AOL chatrooms were the big thing and I was finally 16, he'd often take me to a gay bar in Cincinnati called "The Dock" which was on the Ohio River. He'd take my clothes away from me and drive me down to behind the club, he'd pimp me out to couples, transsexuals, transgenders, and bi guys looking for a 16 year old white boy to pleasure them.My favorite memory was meeting this 30ish year old white couple who were both very good looking. Robert spoke to the driver who handed him cash as his. Robbie sighed."You dont worry about that now. Just rest." She heard him sit. Slowly sheopened her eyes. Robbie was sitting there looking like he hadnt showered inawhile."How bad is it?" she asked. He shrugged."The driver said if he hadnt slammed on his breaks, youd have been toast.Apart from a broken arm and some bumps and bruises, doc says you canprobably go home tomarrow". Stephanie nodded."Why dont you go home and get some sleep. When Im feeling better I'll startlooking for a place to live.".