¬¬¬I was barely able to here her ask, “what is the worst thing you’ve ever done?”As I stepped back I responded with a question of my own that...caught her a little off guard, “What do you mean?”.“Well just like the worse thing you’ve done, like anything illegal.”“Well what is illegal?”“I don’t know; drugs, theft, fuckin’.” Now it was my turn to be caught off guard. The last reason she listed put a thought into my mind that I probably should have ignored. In my head I wondered, “What’s going on?”,. Then after daddy was gone mylife was a little happier. It was happier if I let others think whatthey wanted about me and didn't protest. I found out early that it wasbest to let them think what they wanted instead of insisting they knowthe truth. I hurt less and I didn't have to deal with others notbelieving me. Funny how it was that no boys ever wanted to be my friendfor more than a day or two because of what their parents knew and said.Either their parents or the other kids in my neighborhood. And the only way to take the prostitutes is to get that street patrol officer on our side." That won't be easy dude"Liam said"Officers will arrest us if they find out what we're doing." I have an idea though"I said"If this street patrol officer is around prostitutes all day, he's gotta have thoughts. And when he has those thoughts, he's more than happy to help us." Wait, did you already get him on board?"Liam asked"You dirty dick." I talked to him at the bar"I said"He was more than happy to. The table in the kitchen was old, but it would work. He pushed her over the table with her stomach flat against the top. "You want to beat someone, is that it? You want to pick on someone who is smaller than you?" He roared and then he stomped over to the pantry where the razor strop had been left on an empty shelf and he grabbed it."What the fuck?" She craned her neck around and looked up at him out of the corner of her eye as she continued lying over the table.Cade dangled the strap in front.