Mt Pleasant High

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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES

The last chapter:

"Could you run the important facts before I die here?"

"Sure... Shawn is wanted for attempted murder."

"Oh, shit."

"Two counts."

"Crap!"

"The case is solid."

"Ok... So, is he looking at death penalty?"

PART 18 - TIME TO TALK, ANDREW PERRET

"You wanna know if he might get capital punishment. The answer is no."

"Really?"

"Yes. In March 2005, the Supreme Court ruled in 'Roper v. Simmons' about imposing capital punishment for crimes committed by people under 18. It is now unconstitutional to do that. It was a 5-4 decision. Very tight."

This subject was one that Richard Desbordes had a great time researching. He researched also the possible time Shawn would spend in jail if things went from bad to worse for him.

"Mr. Desbordes, uh, so how did Shawn... Or Andrew, attempted those murders?"

Desbordes reached for the brief and started showing the facts.

"It was a hit and run. Two young men, both 16, his colleagues in high school. Apparently after a discussion, there was a fight, knives involved, then Andrew got in his father's truck, went after them. He hit them on the sidewalk."

"His father's truck... Might this be the one he owns now?"

"Certainly not. That one was sold weeks later to a farmer in Grenada, Mississippi."

"And those kids..."

"I haven't got much on them, only newspapers. They're local jocks. One of them broke both legs but now is fine and the other, well... The other is a more complicated situation."

"Why?"

"When the truck hit him, he flew several feet away and hit the back of his head in a curb."

"Oh, man."

"Yes. As we speak he is in a coma. The prognostic is not good. He can either die at any moment or keep this condition for years and years."

"Gee."

"If the victim dies, Andrew's situation gets way more complicated."

"You mean the jail time?"

"Yes. As of now, he's probably looking at 20 years in the state penitentiary."

"Not juvie?"

"He's gonna be tried as an adult."

"Why?"

"It's prosecution's discretion. Given the nature of the crime, premeditation, cruelty, impossibility of defense and all, he chose to put him to trial as an adult."

"But then he fled the state?"

"Sure, that's how it stands right now. And if the victim dies, life behind bars is the limit."

"Oh, fuck!"

"Oh, fuck indeed, Josh."

Richard had the obvious questions and the first one was if Josh was willing to fold to the threat and give Lopez and Miles the money. The kid didn't know. It was too much, want him to know any thing at this time. He was still trying to digest the fact that Shawn, who was very sweet and caring, and cute as thing, was now being portrayed as this killer, which in fact he was, unless proven otherwise. Hell, Shawn could be a sociopath!

"Mr. Desbordes, can ask your opinion?"

"Sure."

"What do you think I should do?"

"Josh, as a journalist I have this flaw in me: I have this need to hear the other side of the story before I jump to conclusions, do you understand me? I cannot tell you this or that without hearing whatever Shawn or Andrew has to say."

"I see. That's what I'm thinking. Though I must confess I'm a little afraid of him right now."

"But you weren't before."

"No, I was not. He was the new neighbor who became my friend in no time. What did I have to fear about him?"

"So, did it all change because of what's written in those papers?"

"Of course it did."

"Well. Try and see things through a different perspective. All the information the police have is one side of the story, Andrew ran away before having the chance to say his side of the story. Maybe those things have a different angle to them."

"Running over someone doesn't have many angles, Mr. Desbordes."

"Maybe not, but no crime is committed without a reason. Not even if he is indeed a sociopath."

"So should I talk to him?

"That's my opinion."

"Ok, then."

Richard and Josh parted ways but not before the reporter make high number of recommendations, call him if he needed anything. That was the he stressed over the most. Richard also stated he had an idea to help him send away his problems with Miles and Lopez, but he would work it through prior to saying anything.

Josh walked back home holding the brief in his hand and still not believing that Shawn could be something like that. But then again he didn't know that Shawn was not Shawn in reality. That was just too messy.

He entered home but didn't see Jordan around. He should be here by now. Whatever, Jordan was of less importance right now, his primary goal was to go through every single thing that was contained in the brief so that when he actually talked to Shawn, he had all the facts pretty much memorized. Mom was working. She always was, only a major event like that of cleaning the house after a breaking in would have her out of the job, but even that was not a full-day-off. The office wouldn't survive without her.

When he was passing by Jordan's door, which was closed, he heard some moans. Oh, wait. Is there anything wrong? Josh pictured his brother's body slaughtered, with pieces spread all over his room but still with brain activity, given he heard moans. He thought... He thought... Oh, shit! Maybe Shawn knew what he was up to and killed Jordan as a revenge. Holy freaking crap! He reached for the doorknob and slowly opened the door, trying hard not to pass out by the sight of the carnage.

"Oh, fuck!"

Josh closed the door immediately and dropped the brief on the hall floor.

"Holy shit! Crap, crap, crap!"

He tried to organize everything while raced upstairs to his room... That was way too much for a single day.

Josh was almost reaching the door to his room in the attic when Jordan came wrapped in the bed sheets...

"Josh! Please, let me explain..."

"Oh, fuck, Jordan... There's nothing to explain..."

"P-Please..."

"Not, now, Jordan... You might as well go back there and finish what you were doing."

"Are you gonna tell mom and dad?"

Josh stopped after he crossed the door and came back.

"Why? Seriously? You think I'm that kinda guy?"

"Oh... I dunno..."

Josh left the brief in his nightstand and walked down. His brother was pale in the middle of the stairway.

"Ok, let's walk back to your room. I certainly have to talk to you... And Aaron. I believe it's Aaron's butt that I saw in there, am I right?"

Jordan giggled before confirming it. It was Aaron's.

"Ok. First, let me tell you. I am totally ok with that, all right? You are a fine young man, very cute if you asked me. But then again, if you asked me I would never say that. So enjoy, because it's an one-time-only thing. Oh... What you were doing in there is pretty much normal... I mean... You are the master of your own life and body, right?"

"I... guess..."

"So, I hope you know me better than snitch on you to mom and dad... We do have to talk about this, but at another time. Seriously... Come to my room, maybe later, and we'll talk. There are things I wanna talk to you about this. But don't worry, I'm not mad or anything. Ok?"

"O-kay." Jordan's skin color was coming back a little.

The initial shock had passed and now Josh had to face Aaron, tell him that everything was ok, he was not going to be the one who was going to tell Mrs. Marshall that her son was on all fours having his ass pounded. Definitely not.

Josh opened the door, only to find Aaron wrapped in the sheets as well, crying.

"Aaron... Aaron, please, don't cry. There's nothing here to cry about, ok?"

"Hmmm..." The boy was too scared to say anything.

"Listen to me. What you two do with your own body is absolutely nobody's business, ok? Do you hear me?"

"Ok..." Aaron managed to mumble.

"Right. Now, Let's just forget I walked in on you both and pretend it never happened, because it's what I'm gonna do. As far as I'm concerned I didn't see you in the house."

"Ok... Thank you..."

"Don't mention, it."

"And you Jordan. One big advice for you: LOCK THE DAMNED DOOR. It could've been mom to walk in the room unannounced. That would be devastating."

"Ok, bro." Jordan smiled, still uncomfortable, but the thought of mom walking in on him was terribly worse.

After the door was locked Josh was proud of himself. He could write a book on how parents should react when they figure out their sons are gay. At the same time he was relieved that Jordan was just fucking his best friend and not dismembered and disfigured covered in blood all over the room.

Seriously, how could I think Shawn would do such thing? Man, I really have to take something to sleep. My mind is not really functional right now.

Josh had watched way too many lawyer TV shows. He loved the short lived "Shark" starred by the always awesome James Woods, he watched over and over "Drop Dead Diva" with Brooke Elliot, not to mention "Law and Order", "How to get away with murder", "The Firm" and others... It never hit him that he might like to be a lawyer. Never once this thought occurred to him until this day. He was reviewing every item in the brief Richard Desbordes prepared for him and searching through Mississippi law. He figured the prosecution was certainly trying to get a big case, big conviction. The guy was looking for publicity and there was nothing like a big case to draw media's attention and put the spotlight on the people's defender, the man on the side of the People of the great State of Mississippi.

Richard was right. Nothing in those papers contained not a single word about Shawn's side of the story. He probably ran away right after the thing occurred. But why? Running away is an admission of guilt. Isn't it? Josh really wanted to believe Shawn was innocent, framed in a mysterious conspiracy or something like that. He couldn't believe that a boy so sweet could be capable of something this awful. If this hit and run was an accident, something that happened on the street, it was one situation and he should have stayed to deal with, but the way the facts were laid on those newspapers and on the police official statements, it certainly looked like Andrew Perret was a cold blooded criminal, a serial killer to say the very least.

A hit and run shouldn't be considered attempted murder. No way. It's so unfair! The prosecution can argue whatever they wanted that it will fly in court!

Josh remembered something from the very first day when he met Shawn. He had a pocket knife with him, and when Josh asked about it, he said he had to defend himself quite a few times back in Mississippi. Things were falling into place.

Suddenly, the need of being in someone's arms hit Josh so hard. Shawn was the designated person to that these days, since Matt betrayed his friendship... But then again, "I don't feel mad at Matt anymore... I don't know..." Josh spoke to himself, looking at the mirror. The sudden realization of that was impressive, because Matt had become the last person in the world Josh was willing to think about for quite some time now. When compared to Shawn, now Matt seemed like an angel.

Josh thought of Ayrton, he could be the one to hold him in his arms, but that would require some sort of explaining. He remembered quite well the day he was left devastated in front of Matt's house and Ayrton showed up, he was good that day. Josh didn't want to show up in front of his door seeking for comfort once again. Philip was an option too, though Philip was not the kind of guy who hugs and cuddles. And need him for that would also require some talking, which was not what Josh was willing to do right now. He needed someone to hold him in his arms and ask nothing, just be there for him. Oh, Josh, my boy... Every one needs that every now and then, those who have found it are the ones you call "lucky bastards."

Night settled in and Josh emerged from his bed, where he had been catching up on his reading of "The Last Juror", tried to get some sleep, but he was unsuccessful on that. Jordan came up to his room and now that annoying teenager behavior was gone. Josh could see now someone he could understand, someone he could connect with somehow. How crazy is that? The Davenports had two children, two boys, and they both seemed to be into boys... This family is not getting grandchildren any time soon.

"Wassup, Jordan?"

"Mom and Dad are calling you downstairs."

"Ok, I'll be going."

"You know, Josh, I never thought you would ever be grounded."

"Turns out I deserved it. I guess."

"I know... That money thing?"

"Do you know about that?"

"Of course I do..."

"How?"

"I over heard mom and dad talking and I put two and two together. I must say it: Until very recently you were just a boring dude who never did anything wrong but now, man! You found a huge load of money, took it, hid it in the house, got involved with really bad guys! Man, you're so my hero..."

Josh couldn't help but laugh at that. At least his brother looked up to him.

Family reunited at the dinner table and something was different. What was it? Oh! Right! Mom had prepared the food. She didn't really prepare anything, but she brought it home, ordered it and bought herself. She just relied so much on Josh over the past years that she was compelled to forgive him for his "minor" misconduct. She had already talked to dad about that and convinced him that their son was a very smart kid and that he learned his lesson, she brought up his past of "good behavior". Josh was officially acquitted. Deep down, dad didn't want to have his kid grounded anyway.

Josh wouldn't be able to avoid the lecture by his father though, for which Jordan was required to join too, as an attempt to prevent him to ever to behaving that recklessly.

Oh, if Dr. Davenport only knew the situation was still far from being over, he would have his son grounded for good, at least the age of 65. And the cardiologist had no idea his youngest was screwing the neighbor's kid from across the street. Nor did he know that Josh, too, was much of a boy lover himself. Great parents may have little knowledge about their kids' lives.

Jordan, to be fair, had all reason to be messed up after being caught red handed by his brother but Josh's reaction reassured him and made him confident enough get by this with flying colors. Aaron, on the other hand, was not that good yet, and the younger lovers talked it over after dinner on Skype, which was fun, given they lived across the street from each other. Later, Jordan walked upstairs to the attic, better saying, Josh's room.

"Come on over, Jordan."

"Some night, huh?"

"Sorry you had to endure the lecture..."

"It's ok, my lecture could've been worse, I suppose."

"Don't get me started on that. Though I think mom and dad might actually be supportive... Not so sure how supportive if they actually caught you on the act."

Jordan laughed. The brother was already in bed, sort of tucked under the covers.

"So, you wanted to talk to me."

"Yes... I mean... It's more like we both talk. I wanna know about you, we haven't been like BFFs and I'm your older brother, so I want to ensure you that I'm here for you no matter what, ok?"

Jordan sat on the bed.

"I'm not sure what to say."

"How about you start telling me when did it begin? I mean, you and Aaron... What is that? Is that an ongoing thing, a one time experience?"

"I'm not sure, man. We just like to have fun together and... Dunno... It just happened."

"And when did it begin to happen?"

"Before that day we went to his grandma's house, remember?"

"I do."

"So, it was right before that."

"Ok, then..."

That coincided with the exact period when Jordan's behavior began to improve. Josh was right, his brother having sex fun with the neighbor was good for him, he got a better brother out of it.

"So, you're not a virgin anymore, Jordan. I'm so proud of you."

"Neither are you..."

"Yeah."

"So, you know all about me, things I never thought you would know... Won't you tell me who's the girl you screwed."

Oh, right. Josh knew that some day things would come to this, now his brother wanted to know things and he didn't want to lie about it.

"Actually, Jordan, it's not a girl." Josh said and just waited for the reaction.

"Oh, no shit! Really?"

"Uhum."

"Motherfucker! that's why you were so cool about it."

"I guess it was."

"So who's this, Josh? Matt? Shawn? You've been pretty close to the new neighbor... Hell, you two even got this money together."

"Yes, and yes..."

"Damn you horny little bitch!"

"Oh, watch it boy!"

"Man, you're so lucky!"

Josh could expect anything, but not this.

"Come again?"

"That's what I'm saying... Matt is hot, man, have you checked his ass?"

There was no way Josh could say he didn't.

"And Shawn? Maaaaaaan! You're so fucking lucky."

Josh could handle pretty much anything but now having Jordan transforming from a little brat to this horny kid who's having sex with the boy across the street and making comments on the boys Josh has screwed. It was a little too much.

"Ok, Jordan, I don't know how to respond to that... I mean... I never thought I'd hear you say Matt or Shawn was hot."

"They are... Man, look at yourself... You're a hottie too!"

Oh! Right... Now it was way too much information. Josh officially feared his brother's lust right now.

Talking to Jordan made Josh forget about his problems with Shawn or Andrew and all the stuff that was consuming his mind.

Jordan wouldn't go back to his room and Josh was really needing someone to be with so he just asked if his brother wanted to sleep with him.

The young kid spared no second and just climbed up in bed with the older. They were just there, face to face, sharing the same pillow. The closeness between the brothers was uncanny. Though Josh feared being attacked, Jordan didn't cross the line of being close. Too close. They slept in each others arms. Two brothers. Something a straight person would never understand.

Morning came to find a very cold Josh waiting for Shawn. The boy from Mississippi had noticed that and still didn't know what all that was about. Few words were exchanged until they picked Philip and after that, the awkwardness gave place to the always fun stories the History teacher's son had to tell.

Josh spotted Matt alone nearby his locker and thought it was a good moment to talk to his former friend.

"Hey, Matt."

"Josh."

"Uh, I was thinking... Maybe we could talk."

Matt was colder than the iceberg that put a premature end to the Titanic.

"Oh, about what?"

"I don't know, just talk... You know? About us..."

"Hmm... Let me see... No. I don't think we need to talk. You can talk to Philip Wilker. You two seem to have a lot to talk about, don't you."

Right. He was still mad at what he heard in that party. With no reason, Josh was assured of that. Matt was the one that first took advantage of Josh to approach Chad Campbell... Oh, what the hell! What were they? Teenage girls?

"Really, Matt? You... Don't... Wanna talk? I mean, we used to be friends. Don't you remember."

"Yes, I do remember. Then you pushed me away because of something you think I did to hurt you and then, guess what? You did even worse."

"I did what, now? Oh, come on! How dare you?"

"See. I don't think we need to talk."

Matt just walked away from him. Much like he did when Matt was standing in the front lawn of Josh's house. Josh just walked away and now it was retribution time.

Josh was affected by Matt's reaction at his attempt to call a truce. The whole day followed with that sad remark for him... He pushed Matt away and now Matt didn't want to talk. Before acting, you should consider the possible consequences of your acts, Josh. Learn that while you're young.

When English Class came, Josh felt something awful, something he could not describe, when he saw Matt and Paul Sardington engaged in talking and smiling at each other... That bastard! Josh was indeed vulnerable because of Matt turning him down and now he had to witness that... That... Oh, shit! The only thing those two needed was really to get a room for themselves!

School today was a burden and Josh was happy when it was finally over. Driving home from school meant that there were all new problems he would have to deal with. It was time to face Shawn and make him face Andrew Perret in the mirror. This issue would not see a tomorrow without being brought up to the surface.

Josh dropped Philip and as he pulled over he asked Shawn.

"Do you have anything special to do now, after school?"

"No, I was just gonna stay at home, why?"

"I thought we could go somewhere."

"Ok, you're on the driving seat."

"Fine."

Josh was weird, that's what Shawn thought. He's been cold and suddenly he wants to hang out.

The nicest thing about Mount Pleasant is that there are a lot of places where you can drive to and park under shady trees to have a nice talk inside the car and do some nasty stuff as well. Josh drove a bunch of miles northwest on a paved road and made a turn to a rural neighborhood his father once took him fishing.

"Ok, it's time we have a talk."

Uh-oh. Shawn did not see that coming.

"What about?"

"Oh, we can start with you telling me what the hell happened in Gulfport, Andrew Perret."

"Oh, crap!"

"Oh, crap, indeed."

Shawn lowered his head and reached for his backpack that was on his feet. He retrieved his pocket knife and Josh saw blood again in his mind.

"Whoa-whoa! What are doing?"

"I... I am hungry, I got an apple here."

"What's with the knife?"

"I was gonna cut it, so I could share with you."

"I'm good. Now put that knife away! Better yet, hand it to me. Please."

"W-what? Why?"

"Just give me the damned knife, alright?"

"Ok."

Pretty stupid, huh, Josh? Driving this 'alleged' cold blooded killer to a remote place so he could kill you and dump your body by the lake. Yeah, yeah. Josh did think of that, now. Turns out there would be no killing today, as Shawn handed him the pocket knife.

"So, now, Andrew Perret, start talking."

"How did you? I mean, why do you?"

"For a guy who's been lying about pretty much every thing you're asking quite a lot of questions, aren't you? You lied to me from the day we met, now I just want you to tell me the truth."

"I will, if you already know my name, I have to come clean with you, but I need to know why this?"

"Fine, I'll tell you. Those cops we took the money they were supposed to be spending hired someone to follow me and deliver such a fine message."

"The message being?"

"Either I hand them the money or they will turn you in to the Police, and you're going to be arrested and, in his words, you have a big chance to be getting the needle. You know what that means, right?"

"That's absurd. No minor can be sentenced to death penalty in the US as of now."

"Oh, you've been studying this, have you? So you DID really commit a crime, didn't you? Tell me what is it, tell me what happened and why you ran away with your dad here to Mount Pleasant."

"Or what? Are you gonna just deliver my head in a silver plate to them?"

"I don't... Plan to, but... I need to know who you really are, dammit. Is that so hard to understand?"

"I get it, but you're treating me like I am a killer, like you didn't know me."

"Oh, right. I know the sweet Shawn who's moved in few weeks back. That guy I know, I like him. Hell, I even went to bed with him. More than once! But this Andrew Perret I have no knowledge about him, or you, as it's the case. And I want to know whatever he, in which case you, did and why did you come here, changing names and all stuff."

Shawn had been busted. No reason anymore to hide behind this facade of Shawn Hunter. Andrew Perret had to emerge from the darkness where Shawn had buried him. And he worked so hard to do that.

"Can I eat my apple first? I mean, my tommy hurts and I... Well, you're forcing me to relieve the hardest and darkest moments of my life..."

"Suit yourself. Eat the apple and then you'll talk."

Angry demanding Josh. He wanted it all. He felt like he was behaving like those TV detectives, pressing the suspect against the wall, or in the interrogating room, while his partner was just across the window, watching everything. Josh had no partner so he was ready to play both good and bad cops if he needed to. He knew the truth about the crime Shawn had committed, so if he failed to mention the truth about it, he would know he could not trust the guy. Josh had the upper hand and intended to use it.

Jordan came home from school and his brother was not at home. He texted Aaron an inviting "wanna come by?" And waited for the reply. He told his buddy that the house was empty but it didn't matter anyway, they just had to lock the door.

Since Jordan discovered sex, he was horny pretty much all the time. Last night while sleeping with his brother, he woke up in the middle of the night and felt his brother's cock with his bare hands. He held to that big piece of meat until it got hard in his hands, just hoping his brother wouldn't wake up. He did not and Jordan enjoyed that moment very freaking much. He even admitted to himself that was super weird, but why care? His brother was gay anyway...

Aaron came in a minute and while they walked upstairs, Jordan was already grabbing that ass he secretly referred to as "mine".

After the door was locked, Aaron threw himself over to Jordan and they started kissing and groping. At first, Jordan was uncomfortable with the kissing, which the thought was a gross thing to do with a boy, but after he tried it for the first time, that absurd idea was replaced by hormones and whenever they had the chance, he would just French the hell out of Aaron.

Jordan loved Aaron sucking his cock and pretty soon he was begging for it. Due to Jordan's habit of jerking off and shooting his load on his underwear, his cock smelled and tasted like cock, pretty much. That sticky smell was something that Aaron secretly loved. He also loved the way it remained in his hand and fingers for hours later, regardless of how many times he washed his hands. That young cock had that particular smell this afternoon as well and Aaron pushed him over to the bed and sort of jumped over the cock, engulfing it with great attitude. One thing that Aaron never allowed Jordan to do was to cum in his mouth. Up his ass there was no problem, he even liked it, but in his mouth, no deal.

Up to date, Jordan had only been the top guy of this relationship. Aaron didn't really want to be the top and he didn't even like Jordan sucking him. Typical bottom dude, which is weird, but preferences are preferences. That's the main reason Jordan was curious about Josh's cock, at the point of grabbing it while the brother was asleep. He wanted more out of it, he wanted to experience it all... Every time he took a shower, he would finger himself and, gotta tell you, he appreciated the feeling even more every time he tried it.

Aaron worked on Jordan's cock pretty nice, he got the shaft all the way in his mouth and, let's face it, Jordan being 14, his cock is not that real big, he's still developing and he'll grow but, Aaron had nothing to complain, given it was his first and only cock until now. Not to mention that Aaron was pretty ashamed of his own size, being him on the below the average for his age. Very very small, in all fairness.

Few minutes into that blowjob, Aaron was ready to get his treat for being a nice boy, he wanted cock up his ass. Jordan was still flat on the bed and the boy from across the street just climbed over him, spit lubing his waiting boy hole. Jordan's tool was already lubed from all that blowing. Aaron was used to fingering himself real good, one two, sometimes three fingers, so Jordan's thickness was bearable and he was comfortable with that. He rode that boy good and hungrily, like he could die if he didn't get his ass pounded and he craved to get his ass flooded by Jordan's boy juice. Jordan loved being in that position, with his crazy boy riding him hard. It took a bit longer than usual for Jordan to fulfill Aaron's growing desire for cum but when he did, Aaron moaned like a girl which, in fact, was not a big turn on. Anyway, his job was done. He was the big boy who could fuck that ass whenever he wanted.

"Ok, Josh, I'm gonna be crystal clear with you, if that's what you want. But I must warn you though, it's not pretty. Actually it's dark and scary so, if you don't wanna be friends with me after I tell you this, I will totally understand."

"Let's not think about that right now." Josh didn't think of not being friends anymore. It was not an option since Shawn lived in the same street where he lived.

"So, back in Mississippi I am being accused of two attempted murders."

"And?"

"And what?"

"And did you really attempt to commit murder?"

"I guess I did."

Oh, fuck! He didn't lie about the nature of the crime, good thing. But he admitted it was intentional.

"Did you really intend to commit murder?"

"Yes, and I'd do it again, and again, and again, and again, and again."

"Wow! You must really hate those people."

"Yes, they are the cold blooded murderers!"

"Oh, are they?"

"Who did they kill?"

"Daniel."

It all came back to Josh's mind. When he played Elton John's song "Daniel", Shawn started crying.

"Who was Daniel?"

"My boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend?"

"Yes... Remember that poem you found in that book?"

"Of course."

"He wrote that to me."

"Very beautiful."

"Yes, it is... He wrote that just days before those guys killed him, and left him dead in a park, like some kind of animal..."

"Oh, wait! You have to tell me this story in details, from the very beginning."

"I will."

"Ok."

"This can take a while."

"I got time."

"It all started when I was just a little kid, about six years old. I lived with my mom and dad, mom was a housewife and dad was a constructor..."

------ End of chapter 18. Thoughts? I'm here: boy-driver@hotmail.com