To start with he had had to come down from his high on drugs. Then, in the presence of the duty solicitor, he had been subject to a gruelling examinat...on by the police. Next, he had been left in a cold cell with a thin mattress and an equally thin blanket. The next morning, he was whisked in front of some poncy magistrate who had remanded him in custody until he could be brought before a Youth Court on Tuesday. His mother came to see him on Saturday afternoon but the selfish bitch had just told. "It's not about the State of South Carolina or the City of Emerald Cove. As much as he wants everything to be about him, it's not even about the defendant. It's about the young woman you see in the picture hanging beside me. It's about Mary Beth Brockleman." This picture tells you a story of how she lived her life. She was vibrant and fun-loving. She was exciting and excitable. In some ways, she was the typical teenager you see every day. But it's not the whole story. Mary Beth was a gifted. She won?t mind. Will you, Patti?? Laurel asked.?That will be fine Ma?am. Whatever you wish, Ma?am,? Patti replied. Patti however was mortified. She did keep her eyes averted but her juices flowed. Joan touched her right nipple and it became hard at once.Joan pulled on both nipples. Both of the friends were feeling frisky and forceful. They could feel their own libidos soaring.?These women need an old fashioned, long and hard, fucking tonight. They are really on fire.? Patti thought.Joan stepped. He walked right up next to me and asked" how are you doing today" "alright cant complain how are you?" he replied back " I'm okay, what are you up to?" I thought for a second wondering why he would ask. " well not much killing some time before i have to pick someone up." he then asked " you come here often?" I found the questions odd, but as i looked at him I noticed his hand was rubbing on his leg. On that side of his leg was a giant bulge where his dick was getting hard. I thought to myself:.