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“I’m telling you the truth”
“Hey Danny, this guys telling the truth! Finally! Why don’t you sign his paper work and we can let him head on home?”
“I’m not lying”.
The man who had spoken to Danny lent forward, his ape-like hands pressed against the table, his movement pre-ceded by a stomach that pushed the suspenders aside as it bulged forward.
“Listen, my teeny tot preying friend, I wouldn’t trust you even if it turned out that that girl really had told you she was eighteen years old. You’re a liar on principle, and a sex offender by practice. So, just to be clear, what really happened, why where you there, what where you doing, and why did you break your parole?” Danny sighed, and started at the beginning of his long tale.


“Here’s two twentys, keep the change.” The Indian man took the bills and nodded, tipping his hat and driving off.
She checked her watch and drummed her fingers lightly on the back of the bus seat. She was just on time, but it was cutting it short. She unclipped her purse and looked through it. Cigarettes, she hated the taste but according to the file he found them extremely sexy.
Danny followed the taillights as they shrank into the distance, and then moved off down the street, head down, hands in pockets. He was out for the night, free. ******** his parole! He was going to get so plastered the cops would have to soak him up with a sponge to take him to the lockup.
He was going to prove to himself that he wasn’t what they said he was. That he didn’t belong on the same list as the child rapists, the molesters and the filmmaker of kiddy porn
She clipped her purse shut, straitened her dress and started to walk briskly after him.
He turned down a street and stopped out side a house. He took out his I-phone and slid his finger across the screen. Taping a few times, he eventually got to his e-mail inbox and opened one.
“Number 14” Danny murmured, closing his inbox and shutting the I-phone off.
“This is it.” He made his way towards the three steps that lead to the front door. There where three guys sitting on the steps, one of them lurched up.
“Got a beer, dude?” one of them slurred, wandering slightly to the left of him and grasping the air just beside his shoulder.
“Ya man, I dropped a few by the curb, but you better be quick.” He watched with mild amusement as the kid entered in a mad, lurching race against the other two for the empty bottles that where sitting on the edge of the road.
She watched him turn and look at the drunks he had just set to race. Although she could see that there was a funny side to it, she failed to see it; all she could see was him, his hair, his eyes and his hands. She imagined the look on his face when she started to work on him, then imagined what the look would be like when he was caught. Her mouth watered.
As he entered the house, the bass from the house music already causing his teeth to hum, he heard the tinkle of falling bottles and someone shouting,
“You numb nuts! You spilt them!”
As he entered the house, the music that had first made his teeth hum now made them bellow, and two girls passed him.
She entered the house, following him through the hall and into the kitchen. She could see two girls flirting with him already. He had better not take one of them up, she needed him to look at her first, needed him to take her into a room, that way it was her doing.
Judging by the state of their drunkenness and the size of their busts, they were well over the age considered illegal. He watched their eyes roam over his well built, Italian body, taking in his stubble, his thick but short curls and his warm eyes.
“Hey there, you enjoying yourself?” one of them asked, pushing her body up against his. He allowed himself to smile, to feel the heat rush through his body, but he was not going to put himself into a position that could possibly jeopardize him even more than he already had.

Like it or not, he was a convicted criminal, charged for partaking in sexual activities with a minor. There were no shades of grey with these laws. Either you broke them, or you didn’t.
Come on, come on. Walk away…
“Sorry, ladies, this ship has sailed. I’m just here to have a good time with a few friends.”
YES! She let out the breath she had been holding in and walked briskly past. If she was right, which she often was, he was heading outside. She would meet him there
The one that had pressed up against him stuck out her bottom lip and pouted in an all together much too sexy way.
“Oh, that’s such a shame. Why are all the good ones always taken?” She waved a finger at him and, hooking a thumb in the back of her friends g-string, walked deeper into the dark maw of the house.

He snagged a beer and cracked the top off. He took a swig and leaned back, one elbow on the table top. He eyed a few of the girls that walked past, taking in the dress code, the skin tone, the hair styles, trying to judge what kind of party it was.
She picked up a beer sidled to the left of him and waited a few more moments.
He took out his phone and checked the time. It was going to be a hell of a party. He could tell because it was ten o’clock, and the beautiful rage that was the heart of a party was already warm and blazing merrily.
Time to move in she thought, and walked up to him
A girl caught his eye and sidled up to him, an un-opened beer in her hand.
“Can you help me? The tops always confuse me; never know which way to twist”. She was a clean cut type, slightly out of place amongst the ravers and trippers that made up the majority. Her glasses where rectangle and thin, enhancing her features rather than obscuring them. She wore a white blouse that was unbuttoned two from the top, exposing cleavage. There was something a little young about her, and immediately warning lights came on in his head. He was not going to be caught out again.

He looked at the top of the bottle and smiled despite himself.
“The reason you can’t twist it off hun, is because it’s not a twist off.” Her laughter was easy and light, immediately setting off more warning lights in his head.
“Oh I’m such a ditz!” she said, taking the frothing bottle from him and peering over the top of her glasses.
“What’s your name handsome?” “Danny, and I’m sorry, but I’m taken”. She walked up to him, head tilted down, eyes tilted up
“never stopped me before”. She said, placing one of her hands on the table to the side of him. She took out a cigarette and lit it, drawing deeply. Everything, from the way she looked, to the way she smoked was a massive turn on for Danny, it was like his perfect girl, all the things that he fantasized about, all the things that his ‘girlfriend’ would have done. She pursed her lips and blew a single smoke ring towards his face.
“Talk later” she said and walked into the crowd.

Danny walked around for the next few hours in a daze. He drank three more beers and followed them with a pair of tequila shots. The booze was meant to erase the image of the girl from his mind, wipe her away like alcohol was so good at doing. But instead every girl he saw looked, acted and talked like her. It became more and more difficult for him to talk to them. He slipped up with his words, stuttered and stumbled over himself, committing social suicide at every opportunity.
“I goda clear my head,” he murmured to himself.
He started to chat up a girl that was hanging by the punch bowl.
There he was, chatting to that girl over there. She keeps an eye on him, wait for the perfect opportunity
They talked about nothing in particular and he started to feel better. His confidence surged back to him, and eventually he reached past her to grab a cup of punch, wanting something to hold in his hand besides his third cigarette.
“Oh, I’ll get that for you,” she said, and bent over much more than was necessary to get the drink. Instantly, he shut off. He walked away, head down legs pumping. He thrust himself through a side door and found himself in the murky, smoke-filled dance room. The strobes hurt his eyes and the music blocked all thought. He began to dance.
Here we go, time to set the trap. She followed him into the house, then headed in front of him, sneaking past his dancing form.
Sweat beaded on his brow and prickled his top lip. He bumped and moved to the rhythm driving out all thought and emotion, only holding onto his moves. There was another dancer in front of him. It was little miss glasses, and she moved up towards him like only someone in his mind ever had. They were dancing together, moving as one person, dancing as one soul. She pulled him close and he could feel her breath on his neck, then her lips. She pulled him gently to the stairwell, up the first step, and then he was following willingly.

The first door they came to was ajar. The girl pushed it open with her heel, and pulled him through by the collar. They locked lips and it was the perfect kiss, firm and tasting of tobacco. She pushed him up against the wall, commanding him deeper and harder into the kiss, pushing right up against him breathing in what he breathed out. Her body grinded against his, her hands ran down his face. His hands had already felt her smooth cheeks, and had adventured farther. She pulled him to face the bed and pushed him down. With a sudden burst of inspiration he pulled her down with him. She squeaked in surprise and grinned, whipping off her glasses and throwing them aside.
Almost time to breakaway…
Her shirt was the first to come off, thrown aside like the husk of a corn. She carefully undid a golden cross that lay in her cleavage and lay in to one side.
Now
She lent in close, kissing his ear and murmuring
“ill be right back”. She got up and walked into the ensuite bathroom, pulling her g-string up so it showed slightly above her jeans. Right down to the G-string, my god, everything is perfect.
She took out her phone, breathing hard. She hit the 0, then the green call. Work flashed up on the screen.
He laid there, hair tousled, wondering if he remembered a condom, and then remembering that they didn’t use one.

“And that’s where…”
“And that’s where you arrested me, yes.” The man named Danny rose from where he had been sitting.
“Kev, watch this guy for a minute, will ya? I need to take a leak”.
Kev nodded and sat down in front of Danny, locking eyes with him and grinning.
“You know what I think buster? I think you’re a big fat liar. I think you went to that party to snuggle up with a whole bunch of cute, little schoolgirls, got caught, and are now trying to weasel your way out if it with some piss weak story.” Danny grinned, leaning forward a little.
“It sounds to me like you would have liked to have a chance at the schoolgirls, personally I leave them alone but, hey, every man has his vice, maybe yours is little girls?”

Henry closed the door softly behind him, blocking out the hollering of his partner. He headed to the right and opened another door. Behind it was a long narrow room with one wall made entirely of one-way glass. Sitting in it was a woman with a clipboard.
“His story is good” Danny said hesitantly.
“Fits with the first time he told it, almost to the letter could he be…” she caught a loose hair between fore finger and thumb, tugging it free and dropping it to the floor.
“Danny, you and I both know that guys like this are often excellent liars, sometimes they even convince them selves”. She pushed the clip board into his hands.
“Take a look at my analysis, he is clearly a psychopath”. She lent forward and picked up her suitcase from the ground.
“Never new you where religious” Danny said. The woman smiled, tucking the small golden cross back into her top.
“It was my grandmothers; she left it to me in her will. Take a look at the analysis, Danny.”

thank you, ill keep in mind what you said about spliting it, but it is only 2400 words. have you written anything? i would love to read it.