The play turned out to be nothing special, but then I quickly realised it was a means to end. This sexy young teenager, I soon discovered, had a huge ...crush on me, a man twenty-eight years her senior.Things raced on from there but, for the sake of my career and her future, we agreed nothing should happen until she'd finished school. By that time, she'd be eighteen and contemplating university no doubt. Unfortunately, despite my close tutelage and personal attention, Kelly's grades fell a good. I said we had thought about it and we would need a pimp. It finally dawned on him that I kept saying we. He looked at the girls and asked how old were they. I said 15 and we needed his advice. I asked if he would be our pimp. He said no, but he knew someone who might take the job. He then said that the guy he had in mind was a guy he had defended a few months ago. He said that the guy's name was Cecil, and would probably want to sample what we had to offer before agreeing to be our pimp. I said. “Damn, these fools is gonna be trouble”, I thought as I took a seat on the bench on the far right of the cell. As I sat, I started to think about Roxanne. Was she alright? Did someone take care of that douche that hit her? I was lost in my thoughts until a voice across the room brought me back. “Ey fool, I like dem shoes.” I turned to look and damnit; it was one of the dudes in red. Shit, just what I needed; another fight. I just ignored him at first, and then another one of them said, “My boy. I try to ignore it, but the next time she touches my thigh her hand lands right on my dick and it springs up hard as a rock. She jerks her hand away and tells me how sorry she is for touching me like that. To this day I think it was on purpose. I assure her it is okay and not to get too upset about touching me. I can see the wheels turning in her head. Then she shocks the hell out of me when she asks if she can see it. I tell her no way, because we might get caught. She assures me everyone is.