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too much about too many things. Secretly, he longed to liberate his spirit, cast off all the obligations and expectations which troubled him so much. Lately, especially, with graduation approaching, he'd been attracted to the idea of escape, of just getting out into the world and living without worrying about the future.
    Now, out of the blue, Larry Smith had appeared - a man who seemed to embody the concept of freedom.
    It was inevitable: Dave would have to learn all that he could about his new co - worker.

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    Chapter 7
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    Steve Kimmel had no idea that he was being watched. He was too preoccupied to look around the back yard, and even if he'd looked, it was so dark that he probably wouldn ' t have seen anyone out there.
    It was shortly after midnight, and Steve was on the back porch of his family ' s huge home. It really was a giant of a house, a monstrous, opulent place built with money from the Kimmel fortune. Thanks to the fortune, which had been won in the space of a mere two generations, Steve ' s family had been able to erect their mansion on a beautiful and secluded spot, atop a mountain in the countryside midway between Confluence and Gorman. The Kimmels, who were in the mall - developing business, owned most of the mountain upon which their palace perched.
    Steve was preoccupied because he was working on a girl. She was sixteen, only three years younger than he, and her name was Beth Ann Varner. Beth Ann was a knockout, a real looker, and Steve desperately wanted to screw her.
    He'd just screwed his steady girlfriend that afternoon, in the Jacuzzi upstairs, but that didn ' t matter. Steve was itching to do it again, to do it as many times as possible, to do it with as many different girls as he could.
    As far as he was concerned, Steve was in the catbird seat of life. His family was loaded, so he knew that he would never have to worry about money. His career was guaranteed; his father was grooming him for an upper - level management position at the Kimmel Corporation, a job into which he could slide as soon as he graduated from Penn State University in two years. His girlfriend, Suzanne, was putting out regularly, and he could get as much sex on the side as he could handle. He had no worries whatsoever.
    Rarely was Steve unhappy; never was he denied his heart ' s desires. He could do no wrong in his parents ' eyes; he was handsome, intelligent, charming, athletic, and fun - loving.
    Though he would never admit it, Steve was also selfish, conceited, abusive, irresponsible, and manipulative. He didn ' t care about anyone or anything but himself, and he let his penis do most of his thinking for him. Instant gratification was the name of his game, and he played that game with consummate skill.
    As always, the game consumed all of his attention tonight. He was wholly focused on removing Beth Ann ' s slacks and then screwing her furiously.
    Maybe, if he'd known that he was being watched, Steve wouldn ' t have been so concerned about Beth Ann ' s slacks. Chances are, if he could have seen the man lurking in the tree line around the vast back yard, Steve would have been thinking about something other than screwing.
    If Steve could have read the man ' s mind, he would have completely forgotten about sex. He would have bolted from the long, cushioned lounge, run into the house, and locked every door. Most likely, he wouldn ' t even have bothered to make sure that Beth Ann was safely inside with him.
    If only he could have peeked at the man ' s thoughts, Steve would never again have set foot outside the house.
    As it was, though, he not only couldn ' t read the man ' s mind, he didn ' t even know he was there. Steve felt absolutely secure, completely unworried, and extremely horny.
    Already, he'd managed to open Beth Ann ' s blouse and unlatch the clasp at the front of her bra. As he went to work on her breasts, he knew that it wouldn ' t be long until he hit paydirt. Though some girls offered a token