When my mom got there she came into my interview with me and i told my side of the story and was released without charge and went home to harvey and w...nt to sleep the next morning harvey and i was woke up my the apartment phone so i got out of bed and answered it i said "hello" the man on ther other end said that my brother was being released from prision and needs a bail adress i said "why havent you tried my mom" the man said he has tried but never got an answer i told him to try again. She continued to study him until they arrived at her apartment. She fumbled with her keys and opened the door. Chris looked around the room. It was an artist’s apartment. The walls were covered with abstract paintings and weird carvings. Instead of practical furniture, there was but one drawing desk and a simple chair. The bed was located conveniently near the largest window, which was almost constantly open even in the winter. Pots and sculptures adorned the floors and the windowsills. Papers. . find ourselves. Reinvent our relationship. Stop the downward spiral.”It was bullshit of course; once out of there, I was free and I was going to remain that way, but he didn’t need to know that. Give me credit for trying to let him down gently, give him at least some hope. I was pretty sure he’d see that this was the best course once we both had our own lives back.He just looked at me. Stared at me, more like.The moment stretched out.“Say something?” I asked.“Like what?” he answered, his. Something didn't feel right about being at the house of oneof my favourite porn stars: it made her too real.She was a master of many trades, covering everything from conventionalporn to the most extreme latex and bondage stuff. I had a bit of a guiltypleasure around the latter that I'd never tell anyone in a million years:something I'd been indulging in a little more since I found out I'd beengiven the role tonight. Disappointingly, though, I hadn't really seen herall night.I was considering it.