I shook my head and then looked towards the papers again. I could see a letterhead. Either this was Wesker’s usual form of writing or he was corresp...onding with someone of importance. ‘I’ll take my leave since you seemed so occupied.’ I hoped he would disagree and at least give me a clue to what he was up to. Instead, he bid me good day and returned to his work. I left, not responding to the latter calls from the sheriffs and captains. They might have taken offence, I really didn’t care. I was. Never lie when the truth will do. I was glad of it when I saw Sheila’s amused smile. Unfortunately, I really did need to go. I gave Sheila a proper hug, then headed for the line at the facilities. When I returned, Sheila was sitting in my seat. The aisle seat was empty. I was about to ask where the woman had gone, but realized it was pointless. Sheila confirmed my guess with a simple nod. God, I love competent people. I offered Sheila the aisle seat, which she accepted. After that, the flight. Things went very well for a few years. I was less anxious and engulfed by my moms love.Soon after I turned 12, came another blow to my life. It was a sunny June morning. I awoke and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. Strangely, my mom was not sitting at the table sipping her cup of coffee. I called out, "Mommy?" A harsh silence filled the apartment. I went into my moms room. She was still sleeping. I put my hand on her shoulder and whispered, "Mommy?" She didn't move. The gravity of the. "Look, buddy, you aren't gonna get any tonight, okay. I'm not even on the pill. This was nice, though. What's with the stutter? You're a nice looking guy, I always thought only geeks stuttered." He looked away from her, losing the smile. "S-s-s-since I was a kid. I must be a little psycho. M-my Mom says its 'cause I fell on my head when I was a kid. M-maybe that's it, I dunno. I wish I could run naked, but my cock flops and my balls hurt if I do. Boy I'd l-l-love to f-fuck you."It was her turn.