Now I am a mess, casting misery where ever I go.Not to say that there hadn’t been happiness.There had been times of happiness. The time with Jenny b...fore she announced her pregnancy, for instance. Or all the time I spent with Cheryl and her- our- children. Or that time I spent with Kelly in Oklahoma- it had been awkward at first, but ... we took my shattered world and created an entire new one together.Happiness had visited me. And then left me. I never seemed to be able to hold on to it for. "322 Pickerton Ave. This is it."Hesitating for just a moment, you steel yourself and knock on the double-story house's front door. "I'll get it," you hear a girl's voice sound from inside.The door opens and a petite girl with light brown skin, with matching brown hair and eyes, smiles at you, "Hi! You must be James. Come on in, take a look at the place!"You thank her and step into the carpeted sitting room. She's rather cute and you can't help but admire the way her knee-length white skirt hugs. Now look, I said, Of course you matter, but. I stopped. She stood up and dropped her skirt to the ground. She was bare from the hem of her sweater to her stocking tops. Her downy pubes were trimmed to heart shape, her slit glistened invitingly. My tool woke up. You were saying? she asked. About the law? Now Ellie-May Parker! I says. Hold your horses! My tool was getting painful now, caught in my shorts. Would you really rather pay a $100 dollar fine than bed me Royston? she asked. No Maam, if. The man they sent me to placed me on a stand and slowly walked around me looking at me as if I were under a microscope. I was already nervous and this only increased my edginess. He left me standing there and returned shortly with another bikini top. It was slightly larger. It covered just enough that the areolas were no longer exposed and he had me put it on right where I was. The dresser was in his early 40s which for a 19 year old is old. His dark hair didn't show any gray and he was.