Better not berunning from some kind of crime.... you hear me?" Yes ma'am, I heard," Mark said."So you commit a crime somewhere?" Monica asked."No ma'a..., no crime and I'm not running away. Okay, yes I am runningaway, but I'm eighteen so I'm technically no longer a runaway. I'm justbroke and I needed to get somewhere else... anywhere else as fast as Icould," Mark said regretting that last. It begged for furtherexplanation and he wasn't ready to give it."Where? Somewhere?" Monica asked."Just. Timmy cooked and kept house for the all the men on the farm. He was nineteen-years-old and had been with grandpa for about a year. Isaac and I sat around chatting for the next hour while Timmy attended to his duties. As Isaac puffed on his cigar and drank his beer, I was told that I would be allowed one beer each day, and two, on Saturdays and Sundays. For a seventeen-year-old, this was like manna from heaven.I sipped water, having elected to keep my beer for the evening meal. At around five. We were vacationing in Norway that year. Dad's crazy about fly fishing and so was I, at the time. I had recently discovered masturbation and was practising the noble art of self indulgence diligently every chance I got. Fishing could never compare to that. To my great dismay, I came down with rubella, which my sister had passed on to me before we left. My dad didn't want me to be alone in the damp, draughty cabin we rented and thus it was decided that I would stay in the caravan of this. She nodded and said, “That would be fine.” “Well, my friend Jay, I’m hungry. How about you?” “Yes, but my purse is in that car and I don’t have any money.” “That’s okay! I’ll buy. Are you sure you don’t want to call the police?” “No. There’s nothing important in my purse anyway. I only had a few dollars and my ID is in my pocket. I just wish I had grabbed my clothes when I jumped out though.” “What about the assault? The cops may be able to lock those two jerks up for a while.” “No. I.