“ATTA BOY!” I whispered, trying to keep it down so my parents didn’t hear.I stood up by where Lisa lay, getting used to the weed she just smoked..., unbeknownst to her three friends and Matt. I was high as shit, and I needed to close my eyes. I laid down next to her, and she curled into my shoulder. I lifted up my arm with minimal effort, allowing her to snuggle into me. I grabbed one of the blankets, moved the pillows closer, threw off my socks, and got ready to sleep. I wanted to take advantage. He brushed my offer aside with rude disdain, and grew increasingly impatient when I told him I wouldnt leave until I was sure he was unhurt. Eventually he just ignored me, and when he mentioned phoning his insurance company I realised there was nothing I could do to help. I gave him my name and phone number as a witness, and then slowly walked home. That was the first time Ive ever been reluctant to step indoors. What normally seems like a haven, a refuge, instead seemed like a prison to me. I. ..Oh why, oh why ... oh why?That they even met was a serendipitous event and yet somehow so typical. Was their meeting a contradiction? She thought often thought so. John Johnson was 66, married and the CEO of the company and Sarah ... she was 30, divorced and had just left a bad relationship when she was hired as a high level department head that reported directly to John. The rest, as they say, was history.For the first three months Sarah worked there was nothing but strict professionalism in. Both boys winced, grabbing their crotches in a panic as the fabric continued to pull tighter and tighter. Aaron began to notice something else as he moved about . . . and odd weight starting to fill the bra that was stuffed with only newspaper a few moments ago. He quickly pulled his shirt from his tight gym shorts and reached underneath it with his right hand . . . moving it as quickly as he could toward the swelling sensation in his chest. A confused look came across his face as his jaw.