It felt like the young boy somehow knew his mother was going out on a real date for the first time since separating from his father and wanted to do w...hat he could to help. The separation had been hard on Kerry. It had happened just 3 months into the pregnancy. She suspected that the sight of her ever growing baby bump scared Jason (her boyfriend of 2 years and Callums father) away. What made it worse was how connected she had felt to him, at 25 years of age she lost her virginity to this man. Turning his body, he rested Ivy’s bottom on the back counter and tried to put some space between them, but Ivy apparently had ideas of her own. As Ivy felt Nikolai start to pull away, she made a sound of distress deep in her throat. ‘No, don’t stop,’ whispered Ivy as she begged Nikolai with her eyes to continue. ‘Never.’ Nikolai shook his head as his mouth slammed back down on Ivy’s swollen lips. His tongue probed deep, tasting, claming every moist part of her greedy mouth. Ivy’s legs. She stood up and looked at the guard on her side of the glass and the one on the other side.“Leave us for a minute, please,” she asked them. “And tell them to turn off the cameras too.”Both guards nodded and stepped out into the hallway. When they were gone, she sat back down and faced him.“You wrote me a fucking poem,” he asked, too upset that she didn’t bring him any of the things he’d asked her to get for him on the outside and ready to mock whatever it was to question what she’d said to the. Impossible to say.My name is, or should I say, was, Mortimer Wilson and I was a 15 yearsold boy. Yes I know, not exactly the best name to be saddled with. Thenagain at least I didn't get any obscure middle names that I would needto hide. Most people called me Mort (which I didn't mind), or Morty(which I hated even more than my full name).I lived in a relatively large village, called Little Greenvale, thatborders the sprawling conurbation of Oxford.Given the rate of expansion, and desire of.