“Yes sir.” I meekly responded. Teeson mumbled into his walky-talky, presumably telling Dickson to tell MacDonald, then clicked his amateur pen. For the next thirty minutes he grilled me for every detail. Who left the bedroom and came to me first, what their emotions were, who else knew (and I honestly answered Nicole asian and possibly Paul), how proper their clothes and May’s makeup looked – hell, even Phil’s fly. They needed a reason to trust or distrust one particular suspect, and I was the key to finding out which suspect they could trust. At the end, Teeson clicked his pen a few times and sighed. “I think we have all of the information we need.” he informed me. “Thank you for your compliance. I am going to trust you to keep this entire thing to yourself though. If anyone asks you who did it, your only answer is ‘I don’t know.’ If anyone asks what happened over the weekend, your only answer is ‘I don’t know.’ They ask about the police in the school, where May Stevens and Phil Love are, or even where you were, your answer is ‘I don’t know.’ If you fail to keep this information private, we will find out and there will be severe consequences.” “Aren’t I being sent home?” I asked him. He shook his head no. “Officer Dickson talked it over with the principal and reached an agreement with him. This agreement is based on trust. Do not break it.” “I understand.” I replied, then scratched my head. “So what happens now? Do you have enough information to make the decision?” “I can not disclose public that.” Teeson replied. “Besides, you don’t know anything about this situation to begin with.” “Ah right, how could I forget.” I replied sarcastically. I got up from my chair and started to make my way towards the door, looking up at the clock above the door. Still another thirty minutes left in class, I realized. With that, I made the trip back to class hastily, as if that would improve the reaction I would inevitably get from MacDonald. When I got back in the room, the japanese class was borderline silent, working on some paper. “Ah, Adam.” Mr. MacDonald welcomed me. “You were in the washroom a long time. Are you okay?” No malice was evident on his face. He clearly didn’t want to make a big deal of the situation, at least while others could see. “Uh, yeah.” I lamely replied, then patted my stomach. “Just a little disagreement if you know what I’m saying.” One uneventful Spanish class later, lunch had begun. Ever since the police interview had sucked voyeur the energy of the situation out of me, the whole thing was no longer at the forefront of my mind. I didn’t really give it much thought until I saw Phil at his locker, packing his stuff. Clint's voice. Laura was a prostitute? She took her time getting in and out of the shower and japanese then reluctantly put on the clothes he set out for her and headed out of her room. I offered her a cigarette and lit one for myself. There weren't many people there in the amateur middle of the week. Clearly his dick had been a prominent subject. Whoever the woman was, the lack of curves looked apparent as she bounced up and down. "It is true, isn't it?" “I, voyeur uh...” Róis blushed scarlet. Constance was already hard at work on the new laptop I had bought her. As we came down, Jen giggled and said “now that was making love”. “Well, I hope you liked your first kiss then.” She broke the embrace to ask. She said he was a self-centered jerk, but she learned a lot." Both of them sat on chairs opposite me, and neither crossed their legs. As we pulled into our final destination the kids were tired, so we got a cab to the resort and unpacked before heading to the local bar/restaurant for dinner and few beers. “I joined a local branch of the Vietnam Veterans Against the War and spent the next three years fighting to end the war. Once my dick had stop pumping seed into her mouth . I retch down and pulled Lisa up off her knees and slung her on to her back public on couch and I retch down and ripped her panties clear off her body and asian slung them in floor with rest of our clothing . I stood hovering over her with this crazy look in my eyes. They want me to try to escape them, but to fail. She ran to Barbara and would have hugged her under other circumstances. I almost changed my mind…but then I closed the door. The bartender handed her a glass half-filled with an opaque liquid. He knelt down and grabbed my hair, pulling my face close to his.