“So let’s talk about this a little more Melissa. What do you think we should do about this little problem?”“I may be overstepping my boundarie... a bit but I think you should leave,” Melissa proposed. “Or at least move out of his house.”“Because I’m a bad influence, right?”“Yes. You’re interfering with his education and health.”“All by myself right?”“Yes.”“No one else is helping?”“Not that I know off.”“I see. I guess you have a point there, but are you sure I’m the only one at fault?”Melissa. In the past she would have said something, but this time Rebecca just left it alone.There was a knock at the backdoor and Trent let Dakota in. Rebecca couldn't believe the girl's parents let her go out dressed that way, but she kept her disapproval to herself and greeted the girl with a smile. After all, there was still the chance that her son would forget all about her if he became smitten enough with this girl. She didn't fancy the thought of her son fucking anyone, but better this pretty. It was that same nicely dressed man. He asked if I had any plans for the evening; of course, I didn’t. He wanted to take me to dinner. I thought it was a really nice gesture so I agreed to go with him.We walked out to the parking lot and he opened the door to a 1967 Pontiac GTO; just seeing that car got my juices flowing. It was beautiful, a flat black with chrome. He drove about an hour to a really nice restaurant and pulled up out front, where the valet opened my door. He walked around that. Where had this one come from? ‘Didn’t you say you wanted a lawyer?’ the sergeant asked. ‘Ah…yeah,’ Ben said. ‘I-I did.’ ‘Well, there’s one here who says he represents you,’ the officer responded. ‘Will Rosenberg. You sure got a good one. He’s the best we got around here. You want to talk to him?’ ‘Of…of course I do,’ Ben said. ‘OK, counselor, come on in,’ the sergeant said. A bulky, bearded man wearing wire-rimmed glasses and an expensive-looking dark blue suit and carrying a brown leather.