Those fights always ended the same way, Mom was left crying and Dadwent to drink.I knew that I was different then, because in my first grade the kidsc...lled me sissy and other things, I had only girl friends to play withbecause the boys didn't want to play with me.I didn't care any way because for me those boys' games were alwaysstupid and rough, I liked more to play hopscotch and run along with thegirls.This day is different, I looked on my way home how a black Van wasfollowing us, and how they. Their smiles of welcome were almost like Cindy had told themall about the interview - of course I found out later that she'd told themevery little detail! I was shown to my room, which was in fact a largesuite of rooms at the back of the school. "Now only you and I have keys to this room," murmured Cindy, handing mea key. "Shall we keep it that way - for now?" I nodded in agreement. I returned to my car and spent the rest of themorning unpacking all my stuff. I'd been right to bring all. His hands curled into fists and he punched them into his waist as he stood there waiting for a response. "Charles, I needed to speak with you urgently. It's about Jason, your son." Oh great. What happened now? Did my whining, sniveling, poor, little, coward of a son hurt himself?" No it's nothing like that Charles. It's about his company, our company really." By company, do you mean, that hole in the wall water bottling plant? Who the hell needs bottled water anyway. Hasn't anyone ever heard of. Now, she said, we are all reasonable people here. We see no reason to send a young man like you to jail over such a small matter. We are going to cut you a break as long as you do something for us. It was at this point the first cop unzipped the fly of his uniform pants and pulled out a fairly large, erect white cock. I said you have to be k**ding. The girl cop said look, either you can suck dick here or suck dick in prison, either way its happening. I could not believe this situation. What I.