All these memories swirled through my mind while I tried to keep track of the questions and answers being lodged inside the little silver recorder in ...front of me on the desk. The same desk where – but dammit, I was forced back to reality when I suddenly realised the interview was over. The reporter was switching off the recorder, dropping it into the shapeless bag that she hung on one shoulder. Making conversation, hoping I hadn’t made too much of a fool of myself, mentally fucking Beverley. Odd when I first met him. It’s like he was trying to impress everyone, including me. I had met him at Job Corps. He was about my height, heavier than me, considering I was a twig and he had a problem with being bipolar especially when his blackout rage hit. But, when you got to know Kane, he was a nice enough guy. When I first met him, he had an old laptop that he claimed was his mothers, with keys that had cigarette holes in them, and he said he didn’t have his because it was in the shop. I. What would be the point? What would you get out of it other than proving to yourself that you’re physically stronger than me?’ Aidan walked toward her, signaling that her arguments, her resistance to complying with his request, had taken more time than he was willing to allow. He was done listening. In an attempt to forestall him, French held a hand up. ‘Wait,’ she said, backing away from him. ‘You can’t do this, Aidan!’ ‘I can,’ his eyes were hot with determination as he prowled toward her.. Abby noticed, smiled and said hi to him.Abby finally placed the real reason she wanted to sit beside the boy into action. He jolted slightly as her leg touched his, and her hand went to his left one. She slowly moved her hand up his leg. He had to watch her slender fingers moving closer to his crotch.Her right hand found the outline of his cock, and she somehow managed to unzip the fly to his shorts. Her hand inside the opening, she felt the outline of his cock. She slipped her hand inside his.