"I wanted Weena to lie down and promised her reading material. Let's go food shopping and we can talk." He nodded.We took the Rover. "I gather you did...talk to Willy," I opened."Oh, yes. Weena was right. They put me right through. I told her I'd spoken to her mum. She's going to call later. Weena was right there, too. Her parents are church-goers. Her something-or-other great grandfather came here in the 1840s. She thinks the second group of Prussian Lutherans. Anyway, they live near Riverton. They live and work at the Hospice for 12-18 months, gaining experience, learning who and what they are, and then we find them new homes through adoption or placement in a field most suitable to their talents.We've been called everything from White Slavers to A Finishing School for Prostitutes, but only by people who haven't looked into a runaway's eyes and seen the desperation there. Yeah, we've put a girl in every room and our customers use them like whores, that's a fact. We've taken sluts. “Harry wants you to suck his cock,” he stated….. “Who the hell is Harry,” I replied. “You know, the Mexican and Japanese boy I keep as my cellie. He is hanging out in “D” block now.” “How did this come about,” I responded. “Don’t know, Harry gets what he wants. Who am I to interfere?” I shrugged, and headed back to “D” block where I found Harry laying on Jerry’s bunk dressed only in boxer shorts and reading a book. He was wearing only boxer shorts and his cock was hanging out, half. Neither did they deny the young poppet's mouth its creamie rewards.First one, and then the other feed their hungry little chick the boynectar he so needed in copious quantities.All three boys took a moment to recover and then Chauncey leaned overand gently laid Julian over an assortment of soft, fluffy cushions. Themain course was about to be served.Austin's mouth came down on Julian's sweet cummy lips in a lip-lock thatstirred both boys' souls while Chauncey finally achieved 'anchor'saweigh,'.