Though it's more of a novella than a letter really, and not just any old novella but one of those really dreary Henry James novellas that insist on te...lling you where the tablecloth was made and how many pieces of cutlery were on the table and what cakes were served and in which order. Now I love a bit of late Victorian chick-lit as much as the next girl but in an advice column letter? What's wrong with just saying 'Hey Cummies, I'm thinking about taking cocks up my bumhole, any advice?' Why do. That was probably not going to stay true for very many more years. Ian and Kieran were both two years younger than me and they were both already as big as I was.Trevor and I were captains, and we took turns picking until we had our teams. We ran out the front door of the house where Uncle Con 'announced' the starting line ups."Starting for the McKesson Marauders; Andrew Alan McKesson, Jeni Jean Anderson, Maia Patrice Poole and Grace Marie Parkin!" Con yelled, and we ran out on the. He was on Bourbon St. settling in at Bernier’s bar and grille after a long meeting with a client just north of there. It was a business trip he had been dreading and with heat of summer bearing down on the city, he would be glad to leave. He was tall, firmly built, with blue eyes, square cut jaw, and had a summer tan. He ran a hand through his hair as he ordered a scotch and soda and glanced up at the TV over the bar where a bleached blonde woman was giving the weather report and had only bad. ‘Do you have any relatives near-by?’ she asked me. I shook my head wondering where this was going. ‘We don’t want to upset you more by taking you out of this school, the only normal thing left in your life at the moment and putting you into a new one. When were you eighteen?’ ‘A couple months ago. Why is that important?’ I asked confused. ‘I was just talking to a DOCS member. They said if you were 18, you could stay in your parents’ house. You won’t have to worry about rent as the house is in.