(he'd always called me that)," he said. "Don't get me wrong. I'd love to have you here. I'd love to have the opportunity to coach you for even a year....You'll be the best player I've ever coached, believe me. But be realistic. In a year, your mom's situation will have changed. I wish I could tell you it will be better, but the fact you're here tells me it probably won't be."In a year, you're going to be looking to move to a Division I school. You'll be doing yourself a disservice by playing. None of the rest of us could really be identified as part of a clique.His proximity to pot made him useful to Josh who had him score an ounce of buds as soon as I told Josh about him. The two talked pot at the kitchen table while rolling up some doobies. Molly and I sat across from them drinking Long Island Ice Teas and beer. Not interested in the orgy a few feet away in the family room, the floor covered by blankets and a king sized bed spread put down by Dave to protect the Persian rug from. Mom turned off the lights and tried walking out of the bedroom, John said,"I want to fuck you right here in bed". Mom; "no, she is sleeping there"John grabbed me and put me on a liitle couch close by, then grabbed my mom by the hair, and put her on her knees. He ordered, "get to work bitch". She undid his belt and pulled out his dick, I couldn't see what it looked like or how big it was, but I started seeing my mom put it in her mouth and start sucking on it. John grabbed her by the hair and. He was a few years older; he was actually a senior. He was one of the smoothest talkers I've ever met. And I fell for his lines, and pretty quickly, him as well. The thing is, Pat, he was capable of being incredibly nice and thoughtful at times. But when he was bad..." I believe I saw the result of that," I told her softly, to perhaps spare her from having to spill the awful details. But she wanted to go on."That was the worst time," said Inez, in a voice so low it was barely audible. "But it.