After getting me pretty drunk while going with him to his graveyard shift job, and since I was needing work to be able earn money above what my crappy... job was giving me, he knew that I hadn't had much experience with 2 important things;Alcohol & women.It was probably the 5th or 6th shift on this overnighter job, he and his buddies broke out some brown liquor that I'd not even heard of, much less had tried before. Everyone in the room, (6) other men of mixed races, that were also on our shift,. The lady ask us to come by evening all blouses ready.My son pay the bill we came out of the store he took me to another store where he purchased jeans middys their i came to know my waist is 34. Some middys are above knee &looks really sexy. I told to my son I am not wearing those stuffs by hearing this owner of the shop told sister now a day’s all ladies of my age are wearing there is nothing wrong because most young boys like my son want see their moms in these fittings he also show some. ” I looked up. Quite a few of us were gathered to watch a film. I have no idea what the film was, but I do know I’d never have gone to see it in ‘real’ life but any distraction from prison life was welcome. Seats assume disproportionate importance inside. People, some people anyway, use them as status symbols. The woman looking down at me, feet slightly apart, hands hanging like a real fighter’s, was very masculine but I found myself thinking, wow. I knew of her. Known as Billy, she was a. “You fucking asshole!” Brandon shot to his feet and bent to grab his shoes. “If you so much as open your mouth about what I said tonight, I’ll beat your ass in front of the whole school, Andrew!”Tongue-tied, he let Brandon get to the bedroom door before blurting: “OK! I do! Not very often,” he lied, “but I do it sometimes.”“Fuck you!” Brandon said hotly. “Lying sack of shit!” He yanked open the bedroom door.“OK! OK! I do!” he whispered harshly. “Shut the fucking door, will ya!”Brandon did. “I.