K."But there was no comfort in those words or in that tone of voice. The lastthing I wanted was to be happy or calm on her account. I wanted to be f...eeand independent, my own man (or boy, I guess). So I didn't calm down orstop screaming. Of course I was no match for Ms. Rohrbaugh. She easily removed my shoesand socks and wet pants and underwear and my shirt. She led me to the sinkand cleaned me up with a sponge and dried me off with paper towels. Thenback to the closet, where I knew . In the morning we were awakened as my cell phone rang receiving a call from Mike. “Good now you're finally up, I need you to go to the courthouse with Sara and Jewels. A paralegal we'll meet you there with all the necessary paperwork. I pulled some strings and they will put you in just before they're supposed open, you need to be there at least ten minutes before nine.” I'm not even sure how I got out of bed. Mike's words are burned in my memory. Mike continues. “Bobby you got that? Sara and. After she fell asleep I took a close look at her arms with my night vision. An eighteen year old junkie wouldn't likely bother to hide her tracks very well. Even with inferred I couldn't find any scars. That only meant that she wasn't shooting anything in college. She could still have been sniffing and/or smoking.My facts integrated into probabilities program came up with a 70% likelihood that she used something to lose that much weight. The program said the drug itself was a reinforcement. The. An air of grandiose malice hung low in the air, and yet my strongest feeling about the situation was centered entirely on my crotch. What made the situation truly annoying however, was the lack of options available.The minions all seemed to be male, but even if I were gay I wouldn't count them as... options. They were twisted little things, barely reaching my knee, brown skinned and pointy eared and about as intelligent as your average sheep. The only exception was Gnarl, the grey skinned.