The truth sends them to jail.’ ‘Did you like his lecture Susan,’ Patricia said. ‘Every word he said is true. He was not raised to be a part of... the underworld. He was raised to be a good decent human being, by a mother and a family who adored him. Unfortunately, he is the only son of a man who heads one of New York’s families. He did not know it, but from the day he was born he was destined to lead his family. I do not know if it is because of what his father did to my friends at school, or not,. They were all yelling and screaming...as it started to fill, he was ankle deep... then knee deep... hipdeep... he was gasping for his breaths, and then trying to jump, but the'test tube' wasn't big enough to let him get the movement he needed, hecouldn't swim as it was too thick and it was over his head... Heswallowed some.. 'Ewww' he vaguely thought he should be thinking, butthe truth was he was desperate, he was running out of air... he wasgoing to drown in this shit... no fucking. “Who is your decorator?” I exclaimed. “I am,” he answered. “Nice work!” I replied. The office was decorated in a very contemporary fashion. A large brown leather couch sat opposite his desk. Mirrors and abstract art adorned the walls. His office was very uncluttered, and tasteful. I walked over to him, handed him a 50 bill and touched his hand, letting my fingers pause briefly. He seemed taken aback at my touch. I asked him “Do you have a secretary?” “No” was all he said. “Oh…. well…" I. “No.”“I was wondering. But damn, we corrupted you then!” Alana exclaimed with a grin.I laughed. “No, I don’t care. It was going to happen someday soon, I’m sure. Even, my sister has done it before. A few times.”“Cool. So ... do you want to go do it again?”“You mean smoke?” I clarified.Alana nodded expectantly. “I have some.”“Oh, you mean, like, now?”Another nod.“Uh ... sure.”She scanned the area and then hopped up in the pool at her feet. “Let’s cross the stream. People walk the trail here all.