Oh well." Constance read the pre-court report as she pretended to consider what to do. "He is a very unfortunate young man. He lost both parents in ... car accident last year and has been living in an apartment by himself since then. He has no record of any kind and seems to be quite a responsible young man, apart from this." The dark haired judge spoke, her voice low and thoughtful. "Yes it must have been a traumatic year for him, since he lost his parents... and yet he has kept to his work. With my head looking at the screen in front of me I watched the two men from the corner of my eye before they continued on to the aisle directly behind us.No, surely not I giggled to myself as both men made their way ever closer to the seats behind us."What's up with you?" Mike asked, before suddenly realising the answer to his own question. "You have got to be fucking joking," He moaned, "all the fucking seats in the house and they sit behind us." Oh shut your moaning," I said, whilst quietly. " I told you I whored myself to get this house. I just blew and fucked guys and collected some money. I was never a what? A performer like you are. Shit, you just got up and did that "on the natch" as the beatniks like to say.....but I need to say one thing. Lots of guys who would actually show up at a party thinking that they were going to fuck a girl, f******n years old, IN PUBLIC, do not have the strongest personalities. They may be quite shy. Your super football player guy wants a grown-ass. “Are you okay, honey? Is something wrong?” I asked, concerned about her.“I’m fine,” she replied, then hesitated. “It’s crucial. Can you be home by six?”“Yeah, I can,” I said, giving in. “You sure you’re okay?”“Yeah,” she answered, “just please be here on time.”I promised I would. The rest of the day, I couldn’t concentrate at all. I finally gave up and packed up my stuff and left work. I got home about 5:30 and found Cindy in the kitchen, sitting at the table next to my father, hands.