“Is this a hero?” he mocked, his eyes ablaze with anger as he looked at the weak unpowered, lifting Starlight by her hair and dangling her in fron... of the citizens.“Oh hi there, I didn’t see you lurking over my shoulder. I’m Do and I suppose we better start at the beginning huh?”“Excellent! So, to begin at the beginning we must first understand where the beginning takes place and just what the shit is happening. So this girl, Abigale is well and truly fucked, I mean she is fucked beyond. He seemed to have an eye, or a knack, for picking stocks out of the paper. The stocks that did well, or would do well, seemed to leap from the page at him.He also discovered that while he liked his space and time alone, he was fascinated with the people around him. He would sit for hours on a bench in the city, watching people go by. He wondered what they were doing, and where they were going. So many, and they seemed to be in such a hurry.At his very last session with his psychiatrist, he. AndI want you to do it. Go on, feel my leg, son."Bobby reached up with his left hand and hesitantly cupped the backof his mother's large calf in his palm and began to slowly squeezeit. Then he started to run his hand up and down the back of herleg from ankle to knee and back again a number of times."Does it feel good, Bobby. Do you like feeling my leg?"As the water continued to trickle into his insides the pressurewas having an effect on Bobby's libido and he was almost besidehimself with. "I'm sorry,"he said, his voice trembling with emotion as he blinked back tears, "It's very painful to talk about.." Its okay,"One of the girls said, "Leave it, don't upset yourself.."The other girl patted his arm."You're very brave."The other one said. Then she looked at me."It must have been so difficult..you must love him so much.." Yes, I do."I replied, and to my surprise I noticed his hand shook as he lit a cigarette. He was perfecting this story telling of his! I was uncomfortably swollen.