"Well, I struggled for weeks, months. I had poetry commissions that I couldn't deliver. My work of sonnets, Lonely as a Cloud, was just getting nowher.... The words just weren't coming. I would imagine a sex scene or an erotic incident, but I wasn't able to capture its essence. What I did write was banal and basically not very good. There was no rhythm to my verse. The poems had no structure and I couldn't find words that didn't sound clichéd or leaden. Sex had somehow become reduced to. “What’d Candy Pants want?”“Nothing!” he replied.“Bo, he wanted some money. What’d he want?”“Nothing! Leave me alone!” He turned away and went to his seat, and I had to sit down because Mrs. Campbell came in.Something wasn’t right, and I thought about telling Mrs. Campbell, but Bo didn’t want to do anything. I knew there was a problem when Bo came to school the next morning and had a bruise on his right cheek. I asked him about it, and he mumbled something about tripping and hitting the door,. "We've watched them."I swallowed at the mention of surveillance and demanded to know more."What! You mean closed circuit cameras?"Margaret stared at me and motioned with her head."Come to my apartment Beverly and I'll show you."We both discreetly departed from the common room and I followed her to her rooms. She unlocked the door and then led me through another door via her bedroom to an inner sanctum. As she unlocked this door, the front door buzzer sounded. She explained that one door could. Lacy came in behind me as I almost whined in frustration."Whoa ... J.W. You're damn near naked. Where's Amber?" Sh-sh-shower ... she's in the shower. H-h-h-ot water running ... g-g-got to get some water heated up for hot ch-ch-choclolate." You go get in the shower with her ... I'll get the water heating. Tom will be here in a minute too. How the hell did this happen? Never mind ... get in the shower ... we'll talk later."I didn't even think about it. I mean, her dad and mom being right here as.