I remember we used to always scheme together to kiss girls. One time, I made this girl see absolutely nothing wrong with letting a guy kiss her in front of her mom. She got slapped right in her face. But Greg was always a little faster than me. He was kissing when I was looking, touching when I was kissing. Ah, now I remember why I went to the police.

In the interrogation, that cop was relentless. She knew how to read my facial expressions perfectly. She knew that by pressing me about the past, she could manipuate my emotions against me. That cop, Officer Rio Martinez, needs a promotion. No woman, not even my soon to be ex-wife, can read me like that. Try as they might, they couldn’t get me on the hook. I might send her a boquet of roses one day, just because. Moving on, she found out about what Greg did to make me always feel…differently towards him.