I don't want to say they were white trash, but close to it. Mom got in the back seat, her daughter in the passenger seat beside me. Even though my c...r was officially a 4 seater, it was a sports coupe, so the back seat left mom a bit cramped and definitely pushed up close to us.We talked about where to go (thankfully, they were headed my direction) and made small talk for a little bit. They were both very grateful that I'd stopped and offered them a ride, since their house was much too far. He always made her laugh, he was so funny. But he could get serious too, and told her how he felt about his parents and his relationship with them, and what he wanted to do after high school. He was the most sensitive guy she'd ever known, certainly a contrast to her last boyfriend.He wished they went to the same school, or at least lived close enough where he could bike over to see her. As it was it took fifteen minutes by car to her house from his. But whenever he went out with his friends. Christine was watching them from behind the glass. Once Gerd had gone, she gave Ben a wave to come into the office.Christine had obviously been angry. She reached into her desk and took out a bottle of Schnapps and held it questioningly in Ben’s direction. When he nodded, she produced two glasses to pour a generous shot. Throwing back her head Christine toasted Ben with an emphatic, “Well, to us and may Gerd go to hell!” She emptied her glass with a gulp.Keeping the bottle out of sight but well. My colleague Peter, receptionist told me that I have to wake him up at 7AM sharp and bring fresh Orange juice and toast in to his room.When I entered, my first reaction was to go back, because of the view I had in front of my eyes. I entered quietly, left the trey on a small table, and decided to stay yet for half a minute and enjoy his beauty. He was deeply asleep, his breathing soft and quiet. Left leg was out as well as most of his left arm and chest. Hairy chest. I felt like fainting in one.