That's not likely to happen." I answered."Candy lied on her police report about it being some prostitute that told her about seeing Creepy and Wanda g...ing off together and not you." Jen pointed out."There's a big difference between fudging a little on a report and committing perjury on the witness stand where you've been sworn to tell the truth. Would you ask either of them to do that?" I asked with conviction."No." Jen answered."No, I guess not." Kim agreed."Gawd, why does everything have to. I don’t like letting her come down her on her own, you never know who she would be talking too. However with you watching out for her, it should be okay.”“You can’t be too careful.”“Oh Mommy, you will let me?”“Well, maybe a couple of times a week if it is okay with Tom, I am sure he won’t want to have you with him all the time.”“It will be fine with me Mrs. Croley.”“Great, call me when you get home. And from now on please call me Vickie.”“Okay Mrs. I meant Vickie, I will call you tonight.”At. "Hey," I grunted as I opened the door, turning my back before walking to the couch. "Come in."As I sat, she walked inside, slowly. "Nice to see you too, roomie," she smiled as she tried to break whatever tension was in the room."Oh god, don't start," I said, exasperated. "Where's your stuff?" It's, uh, in the parking lot. And..." She walked over to the couch, sitting next to me, probably too close to me. I instinctively moved down the couch, further away from her. "And what do you mean, 'don't. ”Louis paused before speaking, and then got a smile on his face before saying, “Well, I can tell you that you’re not the first white guy to ask me that. I have been hitchhiking to my friend’s home for about three weeks now, and I get picked up in about the same area every night, and usually by older white men like yourself. Only a couple of other men have had the courage to raise that question to me, and then they chickened out when I agreed to show them my cock and balls. I can tell that.