Keep being blind.’ ‘No, her parents aren’t part of this stuff. They’re in a drug gang.’ He grunted. ‘Like fuckin’ Zack?’ ‘Yeah, like...Dad. It’s not this ‘black market’ shit.’ ‘Kid, I’m sorry to say, but the drug trade falls under ‘black market’.’ His voice had gotten grumbly and quieter. My heart thudded against my ribs and I felt sick. ‘Kid, I just need to sleep a bit.’ ‘Tyler.’ ‘What.’ ‘Are you scared?’ ‘I’m shitting myself.’ ‘You don’t sound it.’ He grunted again. ‘I’m scared about Darren.’. “I don’t know the sizes of their ‘packages’, but you won’t have to wait too long to find out.” Ray said. “It’s about four AM and I think I heard Jeff stirring from his post fucking nap. You should prepare yourself, because he asked me to help him while he’s fucking you. I think you’ll enjoy the extra encouragement!”“Exactly what kind of help are you going to provide?” Emma asked.“You’ll see!” answered Ray.“Ah shit! Who wants a drink?” asked Judge Jeff. “I’m having a tall strong Tequila. Ace was Bryce’s friend who was 14 years old at 6 foot and 150 pounds and long, dirty blonde hair.“Dammit you guys that was gay,” said Mike. Mike was another 14 year old at 5’9” and 130 pounds with short, brown hair. “We fucking owned you,” said Logan. Logan was Bryce’s brother who was 13 years old and was 5’9” and 125 pounds with medium length, dirty blonde hair.They all went inside and played video games. They played until Bryce’s dad said he was going to bed. They continued playing for a. Now she was a widow. Expecting a child. Again she was alone. No one was with her.That was the core of her despair. She didn't want to be alone but there was no one she wanted. There was no one who could take Bob's place. No one.For now Jason was being a Saint. He was her strength. He was helping her through all of this. She deeply appreciated his help and yet, he suffered the same loss. Bob, his father, was gone too.If there was anything that she could do for Jason, it would be done. Even in.