D Abby
The juvenile casting couch
PROLOGUE
Patrick Leary was very unhappy about his current situation. He had just moved from Chicago to Los Angeles. He'd lost all his friends and he didn't like it at all. He didn't have anyone to talk to or anyone to play with. He didn't know where anything was and he was a little afraid of getting lost. It seemed that the only thing left for him was stay home and watch television. The television stations were different, he couldn't even find the programs he wanted to watch.
Sean Leary had a job as a script writer that paid almost twice as much as his newspaper job he had in Chicago. He knew the dislocation this would cause for a twelve year old boy but this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. His wife Robin agreed with him.
They tried to make things easier for Pat but so far they hadn't been very successful. They took Pat to Disneyland and Knotts Berry Farm, but that only took a couple of days. The adults couldn't spend all their time entertaining him and he was left on his own a good bit of the time. He spent most of the time watching TV.
Pat had known the kids in his sixth grade class since he started school. He had always had John and Harry to talk to and play with. They came home from school together and went to each other's houses every day. They even pissed together standing around the toilet in whoever's house they were at. All of their pricks had just started to grow and they measured them when they were hard at least once a week to see how much they had grown. The three of them talked about girls and what you could do with them.
Each of their fathers had gotten them a book on sex and they all read the books together. They sneaked into the adults section of the library and read some more books on sex so they had a good idea what it was all about. They also got hold of copies of Penthouse and looked at the pictures in secret. Now he had no one to talk to and no one to do those things with. He missed them a lot.
He missed another person too. He had known Sally a long time too, but in the last year it had been different. On the days that he didn't go home from school with John and Harry he would walk home with Sally. She had held his hand one time and it felt good to him. It embarrassed him but he held hands with her when they walked home together ever since. Last month they had taken a walk in the park and he had kissed her and that was different from any kiss he'd ever had before. He would miss Sally even more than he missed John and Harry. He couldn't understand that because he spent much more time with the boys than he ever spent with her.
The move had taken place in August and he couldn't even find any kids on their block. Pat later found out that there were several, one boy his age lived in the big house next door, but they were either at summer camp or with their folks on vacation. From the size of the house next door they must be rich and the kid probably wouldn't be interested in doing things with him anyway.