"I don't suppose you have any extra tickets to any of them Paris shows, do you? Me and Jessie is gonna be here another five days and we'd love to se y...all in concert." Unfortunately, no," Jake said apologetically. "They don't let us give out tickets. It's one of those contract things." Well that's too damn bad," Peterson said sadly. "Do you think that maybe you could give us your autograph though?" You bet," Jake said. "You got a pen and something to write on?"He signed his standard autograph. Maybe not accomplishing anything, but doing something. At the same time, it felt appropriate, felt right, to slow down, catch my breath. Find out what the adults had been up to.I’m not usually introspective. I mean, I’m not a brainless gadfly. But I usually consider a course of action and take it. Move on.But lately, this Macklin case ... I don’t know; I was feeling uneasy about flaunting the law. I had the usual greater-good rationalizations. And the fuckers could have given me a fatal. Ashley sighed dramatically. Hell.On the bright side her dad would be leaving soon. They 'closed' two hours early on Fridays. Of course just because they were closed didn't mean she could leave yet. She still had chores to do. But Ashley's dad usually locked up and headed home to do paperwork in those last two hours, meaning she could raid his alcohol stash.As these thoughts unfolded, Ashley finished washing a small collie. She almost laughed to herself. How could she be so glum while washing a. I would occasionally try to brush mum's breast or rub the underside with a finger but mum, knowing my desire She just told me to behave and always held my hand and pulled my arm tighter around her.I, like every young teenage boy that age with our egocentrism, thought the world revolved around me so I was sure that what I had done that morning had upset mum. One morning as we were cuddling, mum holding my hand as my arm d****d over her side, I asked mum if she was upset with me for that first.