They see each other once every other week, and his curfew when he sees her is 6pm so they don't see each other much, but she still considers him her boyfriend and they text every night (until stepmother pulls the cord on his laptop when she feels like it without warning). He usually tries to text her after he is done working, which is 9:30 so they don't have much text time either (she usually pulls the chord at 10:30). Last night Jumper got several text messages from various people, including some young man who lives with J's family (Jumper think he may be stepmother's relative...she is nice to him) and his J's best friend. They both texted her that J. was not going to be able to text her that night because his father gave him a black eye and took his computer for the night. I am not sure why he did it...it was something about J. asking why he can't use his computer when he wants to (he bought it). His entire small town knows what happened. His football coach knows (his dad is always at his games to tape him playing...he is a very good player and it seems to me that Dad is only interested in him when he plays football). Doesn't seem like the father has much shame about what he did. Makes me wonder if this kid has been beaten all of his life. Of course, since he is almost eighteen, he certainly can't be protected by CPS and would not want to be. He's a big kid, but would never hit his father back, like some kids that age do. In spite of his football star persona at school and his very good looks, J. is very shy and insecure. It makes me so angry and there is nothing I can do. This can't be normal. Friday Jumper, me and a few of her friends are going to watch him play football and I get to see these mysterious parents for the first time, although I have no intention of talking to them and Jumper doesn't seem to think they will acknowledge me. Still, it will be interesting to observe them. Bet they put on a big act, just like they did for Jumper when she first met them. They smiled in her face, then stepmother wrote me that nasty letter behind her back. J. Likes me. I think he'll be happy I'm there to cheer for him.