I have another fourteen to serve, but I know I’ll never get out. I’ll end up killing somebody in here.Cale you’re the good son. I’m no good. W...en I was in high school remember I got a free pass to go to Penn States based on my SATs. Well I never took them. I paid a kid who looked a lot like me to take them in my place. My grades were his. That’s how I got in. Of course, once I was in I couldn’t keep up.You remember? I told everybody I was bored so I dropped out. I dropped out before they kicked. The cyclist caught in the headlights of the car, the sickening plunge as the swerving car's bumper clipped the rider who was thrown down to slide along the wet tarmac until head and curb met with enough force to crack the riders helmet. The bike wedged beneath the car, rear wheel still turning, the clicking of the freewheel gear the only sound...The driver, eyes wide, knuckles white on the steering wheel, lips quivering, presumably offering up a prayer was not going to be of immediate use. I. One full week went by with no visits, but on the next Monday, Tyler showed up with his Uncle Frank and three young black teenagers.They all came in and made themselves at home. Tyler instructed my wife to go put on just a white shirt of mine and high heels. Ten minutes more Ana showed up again, wearing my white shirt, a black thong and heels. Her makeup was perfect, with her sensual lips glossing in red…My wife looked sheepish and nervous, but the black boys all whistled and stared as she. Do you understand, she asked. I nodded. Did anyone in your family, in your home, have any part of the marks on your body, she asked. I replied, NO. Did your boyfriend have any part of any of the marks on your body, she asked. I hesitated but replied, No. If we send you home are you in danger of another such injury, she asked. NO, I answered strongly. What is the name of your boyfriend, she asked. I did not answer. Her tone then softened and she reached into her notebook and handed me some.