“Did you get your rent?” His cell mate asked.“Yeah, Dad’s going to put the money in my account in a little while. I’ll pay you when it shows up.” Peter replied. Gay sex “Peter, you can’t do that.” Nichols said.Peter’s smile fell. “But why not? They don’t make any noise, and are real easy to take care of. They don’t have any diseases.”Nichols sighed. “Peter, your classmates are keeping them in their lockers, and they are getting out. We have mice running all over the school now.”A look of concern came over Peter’s face. “Oh. I told them they needed to keep them in a Tupperware box with holes in the lid.”Did he? Nichols thought. The locker search they’d done two days ago didn’t produce a single tupperware container, containing a mouse or otherwise. “Am I in trouble?” Peter asked, his voice weak and trembling, a worried look on his face. The very picture of a worried little boy. If Nichols believed the parents, this acting job was superb. Timing, the emotion, the body language, the facial expression, the words…Nichols sighed. If this kid was everything his father said, he was EXCEPTIONALLY good at it. And there was no way Nichols could be sure the kid had any other motive than selling pets
