“I apologize Mrs. Donnelly but as I said they are not gang members,” his argument is one of ignorance, not greed, poor man. “If they are not a g...ang why is he harassing my son? Why is it when I told him to stop he told me ‘back up for a minute’? That sounds just like the mentality of someone who answers to a different brand of order than those of us who follow the legal system. Now aside from the now simple fact that you cannot tell a gang member from a teenager in sagging cloths have him lift. "So. You are going for English literature in college next year?" Nope." No? I thought you were keen on creative writing. Haven't you spent many afternoons taking lessons from the writer, Angelina?" That was just a passing phase." "Oh. Like your infatuation with Angelina. A passing phase..." So you knew about Angelina and me. Why haven't you say something about it?" I think what you really mean to ask is why I haven't objected to your sexual relation with a much older woman. Well, the answer is. I felt like I was being swept along in a current, as my fingers slid over the skin of Trish's face. "I ... could share ... but only with someone I loved..."Trish shivered slightly under my touch, and through the floorboards, I could feel Julie approaching again. It was amazing how much awareness I had. I could feel everything. Without control, it freed me to use all my senses to the utmost. I could smell the wood, the sea outside, and even the intoxicating scent of female arousal. Trish was. "What the heck. . .??" I said to myself.Sarah's mom walked down the driveway where I saw her talking to a man while Sarah and her friends were all in the corner of the garage laughing and having fun. Mr. Wheeler later walked out of the kitchen and into the garage where he walked by me and smiled as he met up with his wife and that man that she was talking to. As the three of them walked into the garage, that was when I finally got a good look at him. He looked right at me and smiled as I looked.