How was i supposed to know what i was looking for in life. i'm only 16. homeless, with a secret that if any body knew i'd be without life. the friends... i spent the night with over at their houses were older. alot older. some were married with kids. others you'd question about what went on there. i didn't stay in those houses long. if i did i was afraid of what might happen to me or others. i had to get across town. that seemed like the best place right now. but how and where was i going to get a. Strickland’s boarding house. Mark stayed there when he was in town. He worked delivery for the cord factory and was always making his rounds from town to town, sometimes into the City. He had half a dozen girls he saw in various tops on his route, but none that he was serious about.Mark chatted on and on about the postcards as I carried my sea bag up to his room, now our room.Then he stopped suddenly and a sly but sad look crept across his face.“Best hurry up John, supper’s down in the main. So nothing to see but an empty park.” I pointed out.“Oh.” Chloe said.“Come on Chloe! We’re gonna miss the shows!” Fawn said.“Give me a minute!” Chloe yelled back. “You know, that has to suck, knowing how things will turn out.” Chloe said.“A little.” I pointed out.“You never mentioned what happens with Danielle. Meagan and I were talking about it last night.” Chloe said.“Oh? I didn’t?” I said before giving her a big grin and turning back the way I came.I jogged off, not sure of what to tell. ‘You move quick, don’t you, fetus? If you wanted to fuck, all you had to do was ask.’ He ruffled my hair with another condescending little smirk and I couldn’t stand it. It was already blatantly obvious that he was older than me, but the last thing I wanted was for him to actually make a big deal out of it. I started to pout, but David took me by surprise when he hoisted me in his arms, bridal-style. My face was smushed against his chest and I could feel his hands dangerously close to my ass. I.