”José María nodded.“It doesn’t really prove anything other than Monsieur M likes to watch what seems to be underage porn, we know that.” He ...eaned forward. “The thing is, Michael, we’d like to know what else is on his computer. We don’t really care about his porn collection, unless it’s got seriously hardcore stuff and underage models, or unless it gives us leads to his trafficking operation, like faces we recognize from the girls and boys we’ve picked up.”I didn’t say anything. I had a feeling. He majored in criminal science and spent all his time checking out the sorority girls. The professors were hostile to him. The only girls he was meeting were pretty flat chested. After his parents died, he couldn’t get into the classes he wanted. He couldn’t even get a hand job. Life stopped being smooth and easy for him. He was convinced his luck had deserted him. On a whim, he signed up for a finance class, where he learned of the stock market game. Students formed investment groups and. Unable to suppress a grunt of pleasure he is thankful the television is so loud, the boy so engrossed... He would have to admit he enjoysthis wicked game they have played almost nightly since finally consummating their forbidden lust, pushing each other to gasp and betray their sexual arousal in front of one or the other of her younger siblings... He strokes his hand up the back of my legs, pushing up the back of my t-shirt -- his day-old t-shirt; I have been swiping them from his laundry, she. ”“No, we can’t. We need the giant screen.”She shrugged like she didn’t care which obviously she didn’t. “Clean up and get out. My friends will be here in less than an hour.”“You can’t do this! I’ll tell Mom and Dad when they get back!”Again, she shrugged. “Okay, if you want.”“You bitch!” I shouted which brought grumblings of agreement from my friends.“The basement is mine tonight. You boys...” I hated how she said boys “ ... need to find something else to do. I’m not leaving so go.”I fumed. I.