"I'm sorry," he said. "I really am." I know you are. You know you're still my favorite little boy." I am, even dressed like this." Even dressed like t...at." A faint smile crossed is lips. "Besides,you're not going to have to dress like that forever." Mom said for the rest of this weekend and all next weekend." But didn't I give you a chance to get out of dressing up next weekend?It was Phyllis. She had finally finished her phone call."Well you do have a heart," I said. "What does he have to do?. "I want you to do it right," I added."Give us a week, and we will have it and I assure you it will be right," he said."While you have it check it out completely," I insisted. "I mean from the wheels to the windshield."I rode the bike away headed for home. I stopped at Mr.BJ's for a biscuit and cup of bad coffee on the way, since it was on the way. Again I sat outside at the concrete tables to eat. It was almost lunch time when I got back to the barge. I could tell Wilson wanted to talk to me,. She stood fast up taking the jacket saying:Kim: “NO TUCHING asshole”Brock: “oh yeah? Well fuck you bitch” Brock started walking off.Kim: “Wait now Brock, stop there” Kim suddenly realize that she can’t get home if she don’t make a deal. Brock: “What Possible?” He answered really stressed Kim: “Ok if you drive me home I promise you to be your insider, I can tell you whatever you want about the girls. Who shaves, who fucks who and who are easy”Brock: “don’t you think I can find that out already?. I guess I hoped there would be a NickHunt in the system they had, a student that still went there. Either wayI think I had come to realise that I was caught and didn't have a chance."The only one we have here is Nicky Hunt, is that you?" Yes! A stroke ofluck, although I was worried by the name, thinking it weird for a boy togo by Nicky, I still said, "Yes, that's me." Nicola Allison Marie Hunt?" The receptionist looked at me quizzically.Fuck, I thought to myself. I had no choice, there was no.