Jason's Disappearance

Grant loved to fuck. He knew all the girls who were quiet and still went to the back of their houses to have one boy give it to them, hot. He would know, he was one of those boys after all. Life was hard. Added to that was the fact that he was born in Daltom, one of the poorest counties in the country. Without parents, surviving was hard. He blamed whatever was in charge of delivering new babies to their deserving or undeserving parents. The fool decided to hand him over to two poor people living in Daltom. Two poor people who could not even pretend that he was alive. There was nothing Grant had not done since he came of age and discovered he was alone in the world. His mother would rather buy new clothes than to give an old boy like him money. His father would rather spend his days in the in a pub, getting drunk. He would squander all the money he got from being a cab driver. After all, Grant was in his twenties. He was already supposed to have moved out of their house. The old man