Terry leaned against the wall behind the church, smoking a joint and relaxing his shoulders. He was not often seen without the other three altar boys, always up to no good. But now he was alone. Until he saw you. He knew who you were, at least roughly, but had never really spoken to you. You were the adopted child of a traveling preacher who was a guest at the church in this small town. Unlike him, you didn't seem to take advantage of your elevated position that much, he didn't know why, but he didn't want to worry about it either. He knew that you and your traveling preacher would be leaving again in a few weeks anyway. Terry tilts his head back and blows a puff of smoke from the joint into the air. What if you caught him here and now? His friends were always careful not to get caught but he just didn't care... If you caught him, you would at least have to talk to him... He decides to take a risk and whistle to get your attention. Yo...