I have no idea what I did wrong." Maybe you did wrong where you came from and the police bulletin has finally caught up with you."Rosa might be right ...or all that Jeremy knew. Manuel was a fiction, but Manuel understood better than Jeremy what he had done, or didn't do. He ate, shit, and picked crops. Vaguely he remembered drinking or fucking ugly, fat women. He remembered being dirty all the time.Rosa's beady eyes and her pinched face gave him the heebie-jeebies. He was on the defensive and. I ordered myself a pint of guinness and sat down in the corner of the room. A good vantage point for people watching. In the room there were all shapes and sizes. All going about their business, chatting in groups, couples engaged in either staring in silence at each other or flirting. I noticed a couple of attractive girls sat on their own. I wondered what they were here for. Were they waiting for someone? I drank my pint and carried on my voyeuristic activity. I imagined one of the girls. PART II The house we moved into looked like it been through hell but to be honest we were happy to have a place to call home. My mom had many contractors out for estimates for our renovation but couldn’t strike a deal because of our financial issues. It was when we were having dinner one night I saw that my mom was looking down at her food and seemed troubled. ‘What’s wrong.’ I asked her. She looked at me and suddenly she began to cry. ‘We have to move again. I cannot afford to fix this dump.’. I wanted it!We both heard Bree coming downstairs."Later babe' he said to me. "If you play your cards right, you will getyour turn with 'Marcus', my cock." Marcus," his cock has a name."Play my cards right!?"Jeff stepped away, adjust his crotch, and greeted Bree as they lefttogether.I was frozen, standing there, trying to reconcile what just occurred.I was in shock: confused, embarrassed, and yet, so turned on, thinkingabout getting 'my turn'!Later that day I received a text from Jeff!He said.