Where’d you learn to cook like that?”“My mom was a great cook so I suppose I inherited some of it but I just figure it out as I go with a little...help from the internet.”“Well fuck me,” she crooned. “You can cook for me anytime.”She got up to clear the plates and I said, “Oh no Sue I’ll have none of that. You just go lay down and relax and I’ll take care of the mess.”She kissed me and said, “I won’t argue about that but hurry up. I think I owe you a special present for that breakfast.”I took. "I would totally give you my bed, but the dogs will bark at you non-stop all night. Does the couch work? or I may be able to like... get them all dosed up on some med shit until they're used to you being in there." Nah, the couch works fine. Thanks again for letting me crash here!" I again thanked her, making sure my gratitude was heard."Don't even mention it, kiddo!" she playfully patted my head. "You stood up for me, so I got your back Jack! Anything I can do to help you out. And if it pisses. It was labor intensive but I really didn't want to do anything else.Even something that you enjoy becomes boring after a while, and so it was with making liquor. Monk was buying all I could cook and distributing it where ever he wanted. He might be pouring it into the town's water supply and I really didn't care.It was almost springtime in the mountains and I was getting bored. Even more bored than usual which made me dangerous. All along I had stored some of the liquor just to have my own. Jenna and I hatched the plan after we’d been seeing each other for a few months. We weren’t perfect for each other although we got along well and had a good physical relationship. But we discovered we both had an interest in teenagers, and since Jenna was bi, we sometimes had an interest in the same ones. We used to go to the clubs on the weekend to try to find each other a suitable college playmate to bring home, but we found we both had an appetite for something even younger still. One.