In this case, reading between the lines of bland public comments from ex-wives and A-list mistresses, women seemed to adore him and hate him at the sa...e time. “Start off thinking he’s a challenge, end up thinking he’s a selfish bastard,” she mused, staring out at the spangles of Manhattan across the harbour. “The clever ones get that he’s a bit of a loser in the end (but often not till it’s too late). He can’t make a lasting relationship because he doesn’t really think anyone else exists.”. Being eight at the time I didn't think that was fair becausethe girls in my school were allowed to wear trousers so why shouldn't mybrother be allowed to wear a dress.One night somebody painted 'child abuser' on my Dad's car bonnet andsomebody else through a brick through the house window. We moved to anew house a couple of times to try and escape but the haters alwaysfound us. Billie was getting very sad and I could tell Mum and Dad wereworried that he'd hurt himself. That was when Dominic and. I’m hoping this will not be a…distraction Mr Doe”.“Uhh no-”. My Step-mother cuts me off.“Not at all, I can assure you that John will be well behaved and maintain his grades, otherwise I hope the consequences still pertain as how I remembered my time here”.“I can assure you they do” Ms Scarlett stated as she stared what felt like into my mind. I gulped and shifted slightly in my chair. I felt a hand on my thigh, higher than what would be considered comfortable.“See if you follow the rules,. ”He started crying even harder and I knew this wasn’t going to end anytime soon so I sat down on his bed with him and wrapped my arms around him. After a while, he stopped crying finally and he said,“Thank you, Alex.”“Sure, just don’t do it again or I’m going to kick your ass even worse.”“O.K.”I looked him in the eyes and where there was once hate and vindictiveness there was now…affection. He smiled at me and I found myself no longer wrapping my arms around him to comfort him but now I was.