I walked along the quiet street, my hands deep in my coat pockets and my mind serenely empty. Then up the stairs to the door. Buzz number three on the...intercom and wait. ‘Hello,’ she said. ‘It’s me. You aren’t sleeping are you?’ The door buzzed open and I walked up the tiled stairs, once grand but now faded. Her flat door was already ajar and I walked into her world of warmth. She was reaching into the cabinet by the wall, rummaging around. She smiled victoriously as she pulled out a bottle of. We got a few dirty looks for all the noise and I almost burst out laughing again at Bree’s attempts to look angry as she walked over. She sat down next to me, putting her hand on my back as she did. Summer’s eyes got wide at that, though I don’t think Bree noticed. Bree looked at me with a slight smile and said, ‘So, what are you doing here?’ She then looked at Summer and said ominously, ‘…and what exactly are you doing here? Bathroom my ass!’ I could hardly hold back another laugh. Summer had. I do not remember much about that time of my life, but as I grew older, my memories started to form. At the age of six, my dad left us. I remember when Mum would come and tuck me in; she would lie down next to me and cry. I could not understand why. He was a mean man, and he would hit her. Then when I was nearly thirteen and I began to wish mum would stop, simply because i started to get erections and I felt ashamed. I did not want her to know as it was somewhat embarrassing. Mum would tuck me. I didn't bother to consider that she had been the one doing ALL of the shoplifting- stealing thousands of dollars worth of dildos, sex machines, and other toys over a few weeks. The way she disguised herself was by buying one cheap item every day. However, on Monday I secretively put up a theft detection system. Sure enough, our horny girl was stealing our dildos. I pulled her aside and closed the shop, since she was the only person in the store. I took her back to the storage room and demanded.