“I am waiting for someone, please move along,” I say in a sweet voice.His eyebrows furrow and then he slowly moves back mumbling “bitch,” as h...e leaves my side.Asshole, I think. I turn back to my drink and have another sip. Something catches my eyes and I zoom in.She is wearing a white short skirt and a halter top. Her blonde hair moves gently as she laughs at a joke her friend has told. Her bright blue eyes sparkle from a little too much drink and when a strand of hair falls over her face she. He brought me to a small sitting room that had 3 massage attendants I could choose from. One was barely of age with tiny tits and a flat ass, but very pretty. The next lady was absolutely gorgeous, but she had big fake tits and I hate fake tits. The final lady was in her 40's, little bit plump, very pretty and had huge natural tits. I chose her! She led me to her room, handed me a towel and in her very thick Russian accent instructed me to have a shower and she would be back in a few. His finger was pointing to a turntable. Jerry had left the record on it.She stabbed at a button, and the turntable started to turn. She reached for the needle and it scratched across an inch of record before she got control of it. She settled it into the first groove, looked to her left, and punched a button.Johnny Alladin’s Society Band began coming out of the box.“Thank you,” she sighed.“No problem,” he said. “What do the tapes look like? I’ll help you find them.”Feeling stupid, she pulled. I had a bad, bad feeling and there was nothing I could do to protect Peter.***Joe took Peter to a local orphanage where the staff were kind and found him some male clothes. Peter was shown a bed and soon he was fast asleep.Social Services had a very large caseload and it would be a few days before anyone was assigned to Peter. In the meantime he became more withdrawn and wouldn't talk to anyone. He couldn't dress, which made things even worse, and, somehow, some of the other children found out.