Fifteen. I don’t know when I started, but in every conversation I have with my father I count the words he allows me to speak. Allows. Permits. ‘...ai!’ Leo is in front of me, hands on my arms shaking me. He’s wearing a new expression: terror. ‘Are you okay? Who was that? What did they say?’ He did it again. I swore I’d never feel that numbness again, but my father always draws it out of me. Curling my fingers and toes, I try to come back to myself, hear the world around me, smell the food. "Jack eyed the old man uncomfortably. He was talking crazy, and Jackwanted to leave, but he still didn't want to seem rude."I know you want to leave, and you think I'm either messing with you oroff my rocker," the old man said, sighing. "Jack, my boy, I just want tohelp you. You're a good kid, and I think I have something to deal withyour problem at school."Jack continued staring at the "wizard." Was he being stalked by some oldpervert? Well, it was too late now, nothing to do but run or see. .not for a long time, at least."Kissing her ear lightly, I whispered, "They all want to fuck you, you know...they want to fuck your big tits, your pussy, your ass, your beautiful mouth,” I continued as her breathing got heavy. “You are so fucking hot, they want to do you right now...I know you have felt the erect cocks pressing against you."She kissed me hard and deep. "Yes, many hard cocks..." she moaned... "I am so fucking horny right now." We will leave soon," I assured her as I led her. But death can happen at any time. Is this any different, really? No, it is not.“Ich vertraue dir,” I tell him softly, “weil ich weiss, dass ich dir vertrauen kann.”“English, Kurt. I know some German, but I don’t wanna have to guess. Not now.”“Sorry. I trust you, because I know that I can trust you.”This time, he is the one who ducks his head, so that I cannot see the look on his face, or perhaps the tears in his eyes.He comes closer, kneeling on the bed between my open legs and looking.