Freddy is what happens when a crack whore has a child. Freddy has been a sexual predator since he first got here. He has to be isolated from his peers, can't sleep with a roommate, and eats separately.
During group where all the kids gather on the couches, Freddy sits at the separate table and I let them know what the day's schedule will be like (same schedule every day for the last 12 years, but somehow none of the retreads can remember it). I looked up to see Freddy sitting on his chair with his back arched, eyes closed and twisting the shit out of his nipples.
This I had not seen before. I responded with a "Jesus Christ, Freddy!" He came to, let go of one nipple and gave a non-chalant, "What?" He forgot to let go of the other nipple.
This is not Freddy's only "vice." For instance, I wasn't the first person to discover Freddy, naked from the waist down, swinging from the bathroom door, fingers interlocked on the top of the door, each thigh resting atop a doorknob so that when he made thrusting movements, the latch would massage his prostate.
Nor have I been the last.
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