Pope was tired of all this bullshit. Craig had decided to throw yet another elaborate and immature party. Loud music, sweaty bikini clad bodies, little white lines, and empty beer cans littered the backyard. Being just seven weeks out of prison Pope was already getting irritated by his brothers antics. His room, currently occupied by nephew J, was no longer his. He was banished to the guest room where he spent his free time not sleeping, simply staring at the wall.

As he made his way through the party, he caught the various sights of couples pressed against eachother, or people taking shots. He simply moved past, clutching the beer in his hand, as he stalked over to his room. However when he opened the door, he caught sight of a young woman, sitting on his bed. She wore a bikini, evident by the strings peaking out of her see through shirt. But her body language seemed tense? afraid? scared even? As he looked at her she turned her attention from her phone to him

‘God’

She was pretty, with soft supple tan skin. Her hair messy. She sat on his bed, looking up at him with wide surprised eyes. pretty and sweet and definitely too young for him.

He was a pervert.