Yes..." she interrupted "How long have you been delivering the mail? And the coffee?" she added with sarcasm."That's two questions..." he smiled. "I s...arted managing the mail when I joined there, that makes it... eight years ago..." Eight years... ? How old are you?" I'll be twenty one in two weeks" he smiled "... and the coffee, four years ago, when Mrs. Jenkins left." So you... left school?"His expression became pained a little."Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything. 'They only teach you. . I dunno... a biological necessity or something. You might think it's gross and disgusting now, after just a week, but soon you're gonna start craving something more than your hand...'I didn't say anything for a minute, struggling to take in what he'd just told me. It had never occurred to me that my big brother would have been going at it like an arse-bandit with the sort of skinheads and delinquents that place had been home to, but I suppose it was pretty obvious really."'Come on, mate,' he. It's amazing!" I answered. "Tell your chef, it's the best I've ever had." OK. I know you're making fun, because you know I didn't cook it," CJ said, soberly. Then he glanced at our server, dismissing him."Of course you didn't cook it. And if we were at my house, I wouldn't be cooking it either," I laughed. "Stouffer's would be!" I held up my wine glass in a toasting gesture. "Definitely NOT making fun. It's delicious."CJ's phone chimed from the pocket of his sportcoat, which he ignored. "To a. ” “ I'll call your dad to come pick you up,” she said. “Is that what you want?” “ Bitch.” “ Whore,” she said. I kicked my legs wildly trying to kick her. I didn't feel them contacting anything so I knew I'd missed. She laughed and I felt her palm smack my other thigh. I screamed loudly. “ The neighbors won't hear you,” she said. “I'm a really loud fuck so we had the bedroom sound proofed. You can scream and scream and no one will ever hear you.” “ What are you going to do with me?” I.