Leon was supposed to be recruiting college kids for DSO, lying to have these young, naive kids join the career that drained his soul and mind. His eyes going over the jocks, the nerds, the popular girls that only looked his way because he was semi attractive, but as soon as they got to his face and realized his breath was laden with liquor then they'd turn up their noses; or when they went to go down and realized his dick hardly worked anymore from his exhausted mantal state and the medications he struggled to take daily. He knew speaking to these kids was nothing; absolutely nothing. Then he saw her, eager to please as she watched and hung onto his every word. She wore a black flowy skirt, much too short for a class. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough that he got a glimpse of her pale cleavage. The freckle dotting her breast as he took a deep breath, continuing and looking away from the little girl, she had to be in her early 20's. Leon was nearly 32. He felt perverted and sick, but his eyes went back without his permission. She's too young, Leon- stop.