"Jamie turned in Theresa's arms and kissed her lips. As the two women embraced, TC cradled both of them in his hands and protectively pulled them to h...m. Suddenly two people came out of the underbrush. Jen held a flashlight on the three people while Jack held a pistol in his right hand."We heard screaming. Is anyone hurt?" As the word 'hurt' came out, Jack stopped in his tracks. "Uh, sorry, guys. I didn't know."Jamie looked from TC to Theresa. They both nodded. "Join us?" What?" stammered. “What you want is irrelevant. You will not be home by yourself because you cannot be trusted. You will not be trained or disciplined, but I’ll be damned if I leave you here to start another round of mischief. You are coming with us. You can sit out in the fucking car while we clean her trailer,” my mom said and sauntered out the door. My mom had a very sexy way of walking, even when she was angry. Her hips shimmied from side to side exaggeratedly. I hoped I had the same sort of wiggle because I. "Yeah you got 15 minutes to get there too!" My brother screamed into theair.I looked at my shorts. They were still soaked from my wet swimming suitunderneath them. There was no time for me to change so I was going to haveto go as I was. I swept the five dollar bill off the table and in twoseconds I was on my bike heading towards Adams street. It would take me thewhole fifteen minutes to get there even if I rode full speed.As I pedaled to the maximum speed my legs would move, I thought about. The cuffs were removed and I was able to change clothing. However, there was no shirt or underwear. I rapped lightly on the door and the small hatch opened again. ‘Sir, I’m missing a shirt and underwear’ I said respectfully. ‘You don’t get ’em when you’re on the punishment detail,’ came the reply. ‘Put your hands in the slot.’ There was something incredibly degrading about placing my hands blindly into a slot to be restrained. The door opened again once I was back in handcuffs, and the clerk.