"I'm really sorry," he muttered. "I just ... we just ... it was a stupid thing to do." Good," the officer told him and looked at his notes. "Now I see...this is a first offence and ... we know it's easy to get sucked into these things. But we've had half the coppers in this nick out there tonight. It's late, they'd rather be at home with their families. I'd rather be at home with mine, and I'm sure you'd rather be at home with yours." He stared straight at Jack who nodded."Well actually, it might. " "No one is outside, everybody is inside watching Sewende Laan . Just do it," he orders her. The old woman looks a little bit unsure, but nonetheless lifts her housecoat up in front of her son, while he snaps away at every move that she makes. Then she hooks her fingers into the top of her cotton panty and pulls it down to her knees. "Now hold the housecoat up and smile at the camera," Kevin tells her. She does this and he takes a series of photos with his mum standing like that right there. That day, I showered, threw on some perfume, put on a black T-shirt, black jeans and black leather boots before hopping on my Yamaha sports bike and barreling down the highway separating Newport from Milton. I drove around Milton for a while before finding the house. A brown and white mansion on a hilltop. My heart was beating at close to a hundred miles per hour as I walked up the steps and knocked on the door. Sixty seconds later, I was greeted by the owner. A very pretty Black woman. She. Wait, is it Wednesday? He asked me. I nodded and he did too. Yeah. Then we get free period. He said. Cool. I finished and walked out the door. We walked down the halls and headed to room 147. We walked down to our seats and we neared Billie. Her usual black and dark green hair lightly swaying because of the open window. Hey Billie. I greeted her as she handed us some coffee. Hey. I got your favorites. French Vanilla and a Mocha Latté, She smiled. Ookay. What did you do this time? I asked.