His name is Dom. What kind of relationship do you think he had with his team?
Serious spoilers for The Fast and the Furious. Don't read it if you don't want to know.
Jesse was ADD. When he told me that, I found out what it meant, how to help him. He wasn't the only one who could use a computer. I read up on it. I read about Ritalin, and how it has some of the same effects as nicotine and cocaine, how it can dull that brilliance he exuded. If it would have helped, I would have paid for it, even before we started taking the trucks. I would have found the money somewhere. But it wouldn't have helped. It would have changed him, made him someone else.
He said engines calmed him, so I let him loose in my garage. I let him tinker and learn to his heart's content. I bought him the best computer money could buy, and the car software to match.
I found another way to calm him down, at least for a little while. I took him to my bed. Mia would go down on him while I fucked him, long and slow, until he was begging to come. I could look over his shoulder and down into her eyes. I would let him come when he was twisting and writhing. I would come. Then I would pull him back into my lap and against my chest, and we would watch Mia make herself come. She always let Jesse lick her fingers.
He would sleep then, a few hours of deep, restful sleep, while we held him snugly between our bodies. The calm would last a few hours, a day, and then his hyperactive energy would take over again.
I was all he had, and I let him die.
Jesse was ADD. When he told me that, I found out what it meant, how to help him. He wasn't the only one who could use a computer. I read up on it. I read about Ritalin, and how it has some of the same effects as nicotine and cocaine, how it can dull that brilliance he exuded. If it would have helped, I would have paid for it, even before we started taking the trucks. I would have found the money somewhere. But it wouldn't have helped. It would have changed him, made him someone else.
He said engines calmed him, so I let him loose in my garage. I let him tinker and learn to his heart's content. I bought him the best computer money could buy, and the car software to match.
I found another way to calm him down, at least for a little while. I took him to my bed. Mia would go down on him while I fucked him, long and slow, until he was begging to come. I could look over his shoulder and down into her eyes. I would let him come when he was twisting and writhing. I would come. Then I would pull him back into my lap and against my chest, and we would watch Mia make herself come. She always let Jesse lick her fingers.
He would sleep then, a few hours of deep, restful sleep, while we held him snugly between our bodies. The calm would last a few hours, a day, and then his hyperactive energy would take over again.
I was all he had, and I let him die.