I felt too awkward to do anything but stare at him. *** It was a nice thought on paper that Molly and I could just avoid each other and our situation...while we were living under the same roof, but it clearly didn’t work out. Molly and I were fairly polite to each other, smiling at each other if we ever saw each other in the kitchen or something, but we each had noticeably less to say to each other. Whenever we did have something to say, the conversation was cut short.It was as if the two of us. I ran back to Alyssa's room and started crying while the door closed behind me. I was feeling very lost and confused and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Alyssa was brushing her hair in front of the mirror and she came over to me as soon as she saw me crying. "James, what's wrong?" she asked putting her arm around my thin shoulders. "I don't know, it's nothing," I said fighting back the tears, "It's everything. I'm so overwhelmed. I feel so small, so vulnerable. I should be trying to. .-Well didn’t you know that driving drunk is breaking the law?-his question sounded too hasty and scared me even more.-Yes,….well…yea but…I didn’t think….that…..-I couldn’t speak, I was terrified, this couldn’t have been happening. Now I could see, that the other cop was looking at my ass with hungry eyes and I could swear I saw him grabbing his cock. I tried to close my eyes and make myself believe, that I was imagining it, I was gay after all, I have seen this in movies, it must have been my. "Exactly, the whole team is called by their childhood nicknames." Is there anything that we can salvage in there?" Cletus asked."It's not likely; the fire burned hot so most everything is either burned past recognition or melted. We have pumped the water from the basement but anything still in there is covered in muck and has water damage." Is it safe for us to look around?" We supported some of the floor that didn't burn all the way through, but that support isn't stable for the long-term. It.