It's A Crime by C.E. Hansen Page A

to set up another “date.” This one would be easy to roll, besides the young man liked the watch. The man said he didn’t want sex, said he just wanted to talk. The young man was skeptical but followed the man into a nice bar two streets over. The man put money on the bar and bought the young man a drink. He told the young man he had a look, a certain look, a “bad-boy” look, one he had been searching for. The man said he was a modeling agent. It turned out the man was telling the truth. Now the young man’s face was plastered on billboards everywhere. He had fame, but a lot of hate. He had money, but not enough.
    The young man was determined to find out who his real parents were. The records were sealed, but the young man persevered and eventually found a way to hack into the system. He found his mother, a woman named Katherine Worthington, currently living in New York City. He would find out what he could about her.
    The young man swore b efore she died she would know who he was.  She would know what she had done to him…she would know his pain, he’d show her.

 

     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 12
     
    Cole
    17 years ago
     
    Tim, Ron and Jim planned to meet in Tim’s garage when everyone was asleep. It was the 7 th graders’ hang out night. Once a month, after the new magazines hit the stands, the boys would gather to “talk shit,” smoke cigarettes and have a look at what every boy wants to see.  A little “T&A”…every twelve year olds’ dream.
    Tim was cool and laid back. His father left the Hustler magazines in the upstairs bathroom under the sink. Rolled up and stuffed behind the shampoo bottles. His father even hinted at the hiding place when he was drunk.
    “Gonna turn you into a man someday. Your mother babies you, treats you like a fucking little girl,” he said one night in a drunken rant. “You need to see some tit and ass boy. That’ll turn you ‘round.”
    Tim silently thanked him all the while despising him.
    His friends idolized Tim and whenever the new issue hit the stands, Tim would know his father placed a copy in his special “hiding” place. Well used, but still viewable.
    The boys had a standing plan to meet in Tim’s garage every Friday, but once a month they would get together to see the new issue and tonight was that night. During lunch, Tim told his friends, “Got the new mag, you guys coming tonight? Full of big tits man. There’s even a black chick in it. You ever see black pussy hair? Looks like a fucking fro, dude.”
    “Fucking love pussy ,” Ron said.
    “What the fuck you talking ‘bout, Ron ? You wouldn’t even know what one looked like if it sat on your face.” Uproarious laughter exploded from the boys. “Until you saw one in a magazine you thought a beaver was an animal you shoot for dinner.” Ron turned his head to avoid the others seeing him redden. A muddled “fuck you” was heard amongst the laughing.
    Tim laughed.
    The rest of the guys agreed to meet.
    “I can get out at like one am,” Jim said.
    “I’ll come at one ,” Ron said.
    “You only hope ,” Tim said. The guys laughed again. “I’ll be there.”
    “What about Cole? Should we ask him?” Jim put out there. “He’s a good kid. Seems like one of us. ’Sides, he says he can get butts. No money.”
    “Shit, he’s cool. I say yeah,” Ron gave his view. “Why’d you think he won’t come?”
    “How the fuck would I know ?” Tim said. “Ask him.”
    “Want to ask Joseph?” Jim asked. The guys grew quiet.
    “That bastard is cold, man.” Ron shook his head, than turned his face and spit on the ground next to where he stood, he was sure he looked cool. “He is ice. He thinks he knows it all too. Fuck him, I don’t like him.”
    “I think he is cool ,” Jim said. “He’s fucked more girls than any of us. The shit he says. He’s funny. Maybe he can give Ron some tips.” Laughter rose again. “You know, he knows a lot of girls. Maybe he knows a few that just like