“I thought I got away, or at least I did get away until Mack showed up. I would have run to the Sr. High School and caught the bus to the village th...re. It was on the other side of town, but I was a fast runner and could make it. Mack pointed out that it was too far, and the goons would be in vehicles looking for me. He offered me a place to hide, so I took it. We got to his place, and he refused to let me in. Mack went inside himself and made a phone call. By then, both sets of drug dealers. ‘Not that we wouldn’t have been supportive but it’s a cruel world out there when you’re different,’ she smiles. ‘You said that was the good news, does that mean there’s bad news?’ I tell her about Jeremy’s stuttering problem as delicately as I can but she just cuts to the chase. ‘So whenever he has a hard-on, he can’t talk?’ she laughs. ‘How is he different than other men?’ she laughs louder. I laugh with her but try to explain the extent of Jeremy’s problem. ‘There’s an approach that utilizes. I am afraid this will be our last session.”“I will be to you in about ten to fifteen days. I have asked a favor for someone to watch over you until I can physically join you. He has agreed to guard you, to keep you safe.”“Who is he?” she asked, “how will I recognize him? What does he look like?”“Ah, little one,” he chuckled softly, “you will not see him and there will be no need to ... If you truly need his name, it is Wolverine.”“The comic book guy? What is he, a nut case? I have enough. It looks different than what I expected, and he pushes me onto my back, kneeling between my legs. He leans over me, kissing me again, trailing kisses down my body, to my navel, and I shiver. It feels good to be touched that way, by someone knew. Please, I whisper, and Adam looks up at me, then brings himself back between my legs, pushing in quickly. I cry out, my back arching slightly as he thrusts in and out. My arms go up around his neck, and I gently bite his earlobe. God….. he says.