Thanks for the sequel. I love it all — esp. the following lines….
T studied Vince. He was clean-cut, even for a nine year old. White-blond hair with a part that could have been made with a scalpel. Blue eyes, khakis and a bright red polo shirt. Gleaming tennis shoes, like they’d never been walked in before Vince appeared in the doorway of the theatre. Some little fuck from the burbs looking to grab some attention.