I stopped and looked real hard. it was dark and I didn't notice it but someone was laying on the seats in the aisle across from me. I thought..oh shit... I am busted. I was in a panic when all of a sudden the body laying there moved to an upright position and the blanket that was on them dropped to show a young man with what looked like a grin on his face. he was staring at my crotch and i thought ...he wants to watch me jack off. I put my hand on my crotch and nodded to him. he grinned and. However, as he thought about it more, Mr. Schmidt realized something important. The reason no one ever confronted him was because the people in his life either wanted something from him or were too afraid to speak their minds. Cecilia Sanchez simply had been telling him the truth, or at least the truth as she saw it. He realized that she had spoken her mind in his presence precisely because there was nothing from him she wanted or needed. The experience was unpleasant, but at the same time. He was really pretty unselfish. I didn't dare let myself think about Javon. I was trying to push that memory—that whole terrible, wonderful, delicious night—completely from my mind and build a wall in my heart to keep it out.I was agonizing over what I could say if my parents ever found out, my friends back home, heck anyone! And I decided to wall that off too. There just wasn't a way to deal with those thoughts at that moment, and besides Jack assured me they won't find out. I heard the key in. What the fuck are you doing in my yard" he was waliking towards me and as he got close he looked into his sons window, "who the fuck do you think you are looking at my son like that ,you fucking whore" "hey Jim I pleaded, Ive never done anything like this and I promise I never will again, look Im very sorry ,I'lljust go home and we can forget the whole thing". "well why dont we let the cops decide if we can forget it" Oh shit that was all I needed, "or should I handle it myself?" I didnt.