Emery patted the couch next to him and said, “All work and no play can make Sean a very dull boy. Come here. Have a seat and watch the game.”“Uh..., who is playing?” Sean asked thinking that sitting next to Mr. Emery would put him within arm’s reach. He wasn’t sure that was such a great idea. In fact, he was pretty sure that it was a very bad idea.“I wouldn’t worry about little details like that if I were you. It doesn’t matter,” Mr. Emery said.Impressed, Lily said, “Isn’t Mr. Emery a nice man?. Their friends had gotten safely away.The parking area had a lot of loose gravel. It was uncomfortable on their bare feet. The Richfield pair weren’t going to be running off anywhere very fast. Five others got out of the van, three boys and two girls. Wayne, the skinny kid from the backseat had two partial cans of the paint they had confiscated. “Too bad we’ve only got your school colors, this would be way better if we had our colors.”“Shit!” Shelly uddered. ‘They’re going to paint us.”“Not. Did she?" I pondered as I began to change. "No way" I thought to myself and started to undress. "It's just my horny teen mind playing tricks on me". I stood up and started to pull up my shorts when I glanced over at mom only to find her looking right back at me. That didn't last long though, she sheepishly averted her gaze. "Odd" I thought. "Very odd"."Alright, let's go" I said as I picked my backpack up off the ground and put it back on my shoulders. As I looked ahead though, I got quite the. "Hurts like the very devil." Shall I bring him up?" Thank you," he said with a shudder, pulling the sheet between his legs as Anne hurried away."Clark, miss, John Clark." The big man waiting in the kitchen removed his battered hat. "How is he?" Not too well. They beat him badly." The man was bulky but surely not fat. "He mentioned you I think, accidentally, to me I mean." She gave him a smile and led Clark up the back stairs and held open the door.Anne stood outside in the corridor and listened.