He leaned back and i felt his hand on my butt. I wiggled and pretended like I didn't notice. We finished and I got up at the same time as Jamal and tr...pped and fell on him. He fell on his butt and I fell face down on him and my hand was on his crotch. Moved back without thinking and my face was directly over his crotch. I looked down for a moment and noticed his zipper was undone and could see his white underwear and a slight outline of his dick. I could smell a combination of piss and sperm. I know you can't recognize any of them, but you could give the case a different feel. It wouldn't be just one drug gang shooting another drug gang, if you testify. Give it some thought. Call me about your pistol in a week or so." Then the message just ended.I needed nowhere near the full hour to send messages. Once I had finished, I just sat with my back to one of the trees on my camp space. That's why I liked the primitive or tent spaces. They hadn't been scraped flat for a trailer or bus to. She took her dirty hand in her own, and, looking at her close saw that she was crying. "What is it, Elizabeth? What's happened here?" Ruth! Oh, Ruth!" Elizabeth cried."Yes, it is I. Hasn't Gretchen been taking care of you? Where is she anyway?" Ruth demanded."Hilde wouldn't let her," Elizabeth said softly and then slowly turned her eyes back to the ceiling.Ruth would have none of that. She was surprised that she had spoken, but since she had Ruth had no intention of letting her slip back into. It was nice to get to let the staff see I wasn’t an asshat rich dick. They quickly relaxed around me. I started to take my dishes to the sink when I got a look from the cook.“You can call my mom and bitch at her. When I could get to the sink with a step stool, mom had me take my dishes to wash. After I wouldn’t drop them, I had to clean up the dinner dishes and whatever she used to make dinner. I’m almost eighteen. Some habits aren’t bad but are just as hard to break. I don’t plan on not trying.