I just thought you might want to help and do it either for old times sake or just because ya wanna fuck er. Hell I know ya wanna nail tha bitch. I've ...watched ya for tha last three years. It's getting to where ya caint keep yer hands offa her. Now whatcha say?"I felt my guts clench when he said he would have someone else help him if I didn't. I was afraid he would hurt Ann and I didn't want to do that so I finally gave in. "OK," I said. "I'll do it but there's conditions attached. When we get. His last friend he lost was the drink. He was staggering down the street when he was hit by a bus, luckily a glancing blow, but enough to make him end up in a coma for six weeks. Fortunately the gods smiled on him once again, he regained consciousness and retained his use of all limbs and his mental state. Once on the road to recovery, he was passed on to a psychiatrist. Her name was Nicole. She delved into his mind and got him to relax without the need for a drink and talked to him to find out. Albus sat down on the couch and to his dislike, Vernon chose to sit next to him. After a few moments of awkward silence, Vernon turned to Albus. "So," he began, causing Albus to jump, "You go to this, school, too?" "Er, yeah," Albus replied quickly, not looking at Vernon. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," Vernon spat, "I see manners aren't high on their priority list. What classes do you take there?" Albus forced himself to look at Vernon. "I'm taking Transfiguration,. Her blonde hair flowed about her face accenting her deep green eyes. The work was hard and the clients were cheap when it came to tips, so she started looking outside town as soon as she could. The club she applied at had a large clientele of prominent patrons who were polite and tipped well. After working there for a couple of weeks she noticed a handsome gentleman who always ate alone. Being short staffed on night, she had the opportunity to wait on him. His name was John and he was tall.