" Don't call me that, homo," Russell said. We had stopped whispering and others were paying attention to what they perceived as an argument. But it wa...n't an argument. That's how Russell and I talked to each another."Sorry, okay if I call you Three?"Russell let that one slide. "What's so important that you have to go home this weekend? My uncle's coming to pick me up. Tell that chauffeur of yours not to come after you." I can't do that," I said."How come?" Because, I'm planning on getting laid. He rose and screamed for the others to join him. I did my best not to laugh at his anger and his lack of smarts when hunting. The first thing you are taught is to never reveal your position. Your prey could flee, or it could know where you are and choose to attack. After a few minutes, I heard the thumping of two or more people approaching at a run. It looked to be four more lackeys: Brant was taking no chances, sending as many as he could spare after me.From my perch, I could make out some of. .. but survival took over even if it was too late.On first graze the frame, engine and running gear slicked off like someone was cutting butter with a hot knife. The under cart went under the van body and stopped on the boulder but the body kept going.Knock knockety knock“Mom! The Sheriff is here.”“I’m right in the middle of this seam. Whats he want?”“He wants you.”“Is it JimBob ... or a deputy?”The sheriff said, “Cora ... it’s JimBob. May I come in?”The sheriff was well acquainted with my. In order to work she hired sitters or when she could afford it send me to day care. After a few years of the pressures of bringing up a boy on her own she became an alcoholic, and some of her decisions were flawed. Not appointing blame, she did what she could. Some times I'd be sent to a womans home for the day. She watched many k**s and couldn't keep an eye on all of us at the same time. At a young age I knew girls didn't have a dick and some boys weren't circumcised and I was. More than once.