Under arrest

Jane.

Tom was a lanky young man. He was very tall but quite thin. He had a beautiful sweet face and a very nice smile. The first time he smiled at me, I felt my insides warm up. His house was quite messy as it looked like a party of druggies had just ended. The house reeked of smoke and alcohol. It was no place for children but I had nowhere else to take them. While the kids were still unconscious, I quickly tried to clean the house, not for their sake but for mine as well. I didn’t think I’d feel comfortable staying in such a dirty place. If Rody had told me Tom was a mess, I’d have found another place.

Tom was watching me as I worked and since I was wearing very short shorts, I decided to give him a good view. I needed him on my side. People are fickle about kids, even bad people. Anyone who wants kids to suffer is a monster that’s beyond saving. There are not many people like that. There was a chance that tom was not like that. I had noted his reaction when he saw me getting them