" He sat down in a chair next to the bedlooking at me guiltily.Whoever this was they were an amazing actor. They had Ben down: speech,southern accent,...body language, eye movements, complete inability todeal with confrontation, and the nonsensical babbling that wasimpossible to follow. What they lacked were the heavy gut, love handles,receding hairline, thin lips, and short, fat, waddling walk that myfriend had called his own."No fucking way. Prove it." My voice was getting better, but I. Court her? He had kissed her bruisingly, stuck his cock in her mouth on more than one occasion, pleaded with her brother for access to her cunny, fingered her to climax under Rob’s permissive eye, taken her nursemaid in front of her, and then finally become so desperately impassioned that he’d started a fire to distract the house while he surprised her in her room where he first tongued her, then fucked her. If that counted as courting … ‘No,’ she said. ‘Have you ever kissed a young man?’ She. I clicked the “Reply” button and froze. What should I tell him? What can I tell him? I can’t tell him anything online. So I typed up my mobile number and sent it. In less than a minute my phone started buzzing. “Hey.” “Jess! Thank god you’re alive. Why haven’t you been to school or replying to my emails?”“Sorry, I haven’t been online in a while.”“Why haven’t you been coming to school? Is everything ok?” his hesitation was not hidden. He sounded so worried and for some reason it was turning me. ”“Please, SJ ... you too, State.”“While my client can absolutely afford the ready to support his child it would set a precedent, an unwelcome precedent, if he and his situation were treated in any other manner than that which widows are treated by the State. Public Assistance is rife among the widows ... as it should be. They are not required to seek employment ... they have a full time job ... child rearing.“There’s a War going on ... and while Australia is not fully involved we do suffer.