The mouth was small, the lips thin, the chin pointed. The faces of both had the prim constipated expression of the highly moral. The man placed his ha...ds together on top of the table next to a manila file and smiled perfunctorily. ‘Hello, Ben. I’m Jim Biglow and my associate is Mary Davenport. We are your Hearing Examiners on the staff of the Parole Commission. What we decide based on your testimony will determine whether or not you will be granted parole.’ He paused to withdraw some papers. It was a Friday night and it was pretty packed. The parking lot was full and we were surrounded by cars. Miguel turns to me and says "When I say so, go jump in the bed of the truck." Quizzically I ask why and he says "Just do it". Again, I just shut my mouth and listen. About a minute or so passes and then all of a sudden Miguel yells "Go go go!" I fling open the door, jump out, put my bare foot on top of the tire and vault myself into the bed and lie flat on my back. I hear him reach over and. "Yes, this town is going places...I hope that you come back in a fewyears and see us," he said.I nodded."Would it be possible for us to get a tour of the school...and maybetalk to some of the students?" I asked."Of course. Now I must warn you, not all the students here share ourvision of the future of Grantville. Many will claim how boring it isand that they can't wait to leave, but many stay and love it. Almostall our staff graduated from this high school...myself included." If teenagers. Again we started kissing, when she stopped and pulled back. "Do you feel about me the way I do about you?", she said. I said Yes. "I'm not...so...normal", she said. I assumed she meant about the awkwardness before and allowed my heart to open to her. "No" I said, "You got me, I'm yours, no explanations, no exceptions." She melted into my arms and pushed me back toward the couch. Her hands fumbled with my belt and mine with the buttons of her silk blouse. My finger tips brushed the black.