Reading her thoughts Troy answered. "It's the afternoon.""What?!" She scrambled out of bed. "Why'd you let me sleep so late?""You probably needed it."Juicy slipped on her house shoes. "How long have you been awake?""Since about seven-"Juicy straightened her doo rag. Her hand froze in mid tug. "Oh my goodness. I didn't mean to leave you alone for so long.""It's okay." He shrugged."Did you find the food I left for you?"Troy smiled. "Oh yeah. I ate that. Thank you. I hope you don't mind but I showered and made breakfast.""No, of course not." Her bedroom was beginning to feel a bit too closed so she went out into the living room where Troy was happy to follow."How do you feel this morning?"She shrugged. "It's hard to say. I woke up so fast that I feel a little jittery.""Ohhh." Was his response. "Well come on and sit down. I made enough breakfast for you. I put it in the microwave.""You made me breakfast?""Yeah. Sit down." He walked past her to the neat galley ki

Juicy tried to hide her pleasure. "Sure, anything, Troy.""Well, since you do hair, I could really use a haircut.""You want me to cut your hair? Sure. Did you want a perm or maybe highlights-?"He was shaking his head. "Just a hair cut."Juicy circled him slowly, studying his hair to see the style that his head was crying for. She reached out and fluffed certain areas with her fingers, other areas she swept back, then forward. It was still a bit damp from his shower and she recognized the tropical smell of her shampoo on him."Come on." She indicated for him to follow her into her 'business' room. She had a rolling barber's chair there. There was another television and some comfortable seating and piles of hair magazines. Beside the chair was a table that contained, what Troy would consider, devices of torture. The room had a smell that he found both foreign and comforting."Sit down, make yourself comfortable. I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back."Troy picked up and ex

"Juicy, fix your bra before you go out." He called just before she shut the door soundly behind her.Juicy blew out a long breath and hurried down to the basement.'Ohmygodohmygodohmygod...' she chanted. 'I just fucked a crazy homeless man. OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD...'Juicy dumped the bundle into the first washer and when her arms were free she covered her face with her hands. 'I AM in a vegetative state. I got hit in the head, I was in a coma and I'm no longer of sound mind and body.' Juicy began to pace. Absently she adjusted her bra. Her left breast felt full and sensitive from Troy's attention. Juicy closed her eyes and covered her breasts with the palms of her hands. But Lordie did he know how to work on some titties, not to mention making her cum like that. What man had ever wanted to kiss her for nearly an hour?Juicy rubbed the sweat away from her forehead. She reminded herself that Troy was his name; not a homeless guy, or Mr. Cracker. He was Troy. And Troy had done so much

Troy had no choice but to get away. But where does a seventeen-year old computer geek run away to? He would not go to his sister Lorie's house because Lorie had two small babies and a husband that looked at him as if he had a contagious disease. Bob, his brother, was always buddy buddy with him. They didn't have a tight relationship since he was twenty-two years older, but he did put forth an effort.So that's where Troy headed. Bob was single and maybe he'd let him crash there and help him to get a job. Of course his brother would probably not allow him to blow off his entire senior year. So Troy was okay with the idea of completing his senior year at his brother's place. Bob was so much younger than Dad, maybe he could understand what he had tried so hard to tell his parents. The drugs were changing him; making him into an un-person.They had started him on Ritalin when he was a kid. Then he had stopped running around the house and bounding up and down in class. His paren

Troy liked the streets, if for no other reason than the fact that he had people that he could consider friends. For the first time in his life, he wasn't judged because of his condition. They'd all be sitting around laughing and then the world would turn sideways. He'd fade away into a seizure and when he woke up a minute or two later they would still be joking and laughing and they'd nudge him and fill him in on what he'd missed. They never made a big deal out of it; if they even noticed it happening. But his family had always made his seizures seem like a distasteful act that they had to turn their heads from; as if they were waiting to wipe a toddler's ass after he took his first dump in the big toilet.The months moved fast and soon it was his eighteenth birthday. He had told Blue about the social security checks that he'd been getting for years. He would need to call home in order to get the money and that was something he wasn't up for. 'So you got all of this money just