Flare by Posy Roberts Page A

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    Thank God! I was worried about the driving. I’ll be leaving in about an hour and a half so I can give you a decent good-bye. Well, maybe not decent, considering I won’t have time to worship your cock before you go.
    You’re awful.
    You love it.
    You’re right , Hugo finished before putting his phone away.
    When Finn emerged from Lori’s office, he wasn’t his usually happy self, a slight scowl on his brow. Hugo looked up at Lori with concern, and she invited him inside, asking Finn to give them a few moments and directing him to a playroom across the hall. Hugo didn’t know what papers Kevin had signed or had drawn up by his lawyer, but Hugo was one of the people Lori was allowed to speak to about Finn’s progress.
    “I feel like I need to tell this to you now rather than waiting to meet with Kevin later in the week. Do you think we could get him on the phone so we can all talk?”
    “Yeah,” Hugo said with an emphatic nod. “No problem.” Lori dialed Kevin’s work number and then handed Hugo the receiver. It rang a few times before Kevin’s assistant answered and immediately transferred the call to Kevin. He picked up after the first ring. “Hey. I’m at Lori’s office and she wants to pull you into this conversation. It’s just the two of us. Finn’s in the playroom. Can I put you on speakerphone?”
    “Sure,” he said, so Hugo nodded. Lori reached over and hit a button. When Kevin spoke again, his voice was heard throughout the room. “Sure thing.”
    “Hi, Kevin. Do I have your permission to speak to you about Finn over the phone and in front of Hugo?”
    “Of course, Lori, to both things. I’m assuming your session unearthed something today,” Kevin said, curiosity in his voice.
    “Yes,” she said with an extra loud exhale that was very atypical. She was usually so reserved. “I talked to Finn about his grandma and the doll she used. You know that Finn is an authentically honest child.”
    “Uh,” Kevin said.
    “What I mean is that his ears and face bloom red when he lies or if he tries to fib even a little bit.” Hugo nodded in agreement. “I’m convinced what he told me today is the truth. He never once said Hugo touched him anywhere inappropriate, just to get that out of the way. According to Finn, Grandma Clarke was telling him to talk about where Hugo touched him. She asked if Hugo had fondled him ‘where his underpants cover him.’ She used those words, which aren’t entirely unusual, but she also used the phrase ‘intimate parts.’ That’s very unusual language for a six-year-old boy to be using, and he couldn’t even pronounce intimate , so I probed a bit further. When I asked him to talk about his own body, he didn’t use those words at all. He talked about his penis and balls and butt. Privates, even. When he talked about his underpants, he called them undies or underwear. Those were his words, which are far more typical.”
    “She’s fishing,” Kevin said. “She’s trying to get him to say he’s been sexually abused by Hugo? Is that what you’re saying?”
    “I’m not sure what her motivations are. What seems to be happening is that she has concerns and is trying to talk to Finn about them, but this is a very touchy area best left to experts if sexual assault is suspected. I’m concerned with what Grandma Clarke is doing, to be honest. If she truly believes Finn is being sexually assaulted by Hugo, I have to question why she didn’t file a report with Child Protective Services and chose to go with the actions she did, instead.”
    “Good question,” Hugo said, and Kevin readily agreed. His voice sounded angry and affected over the line. “Lori, did any of your conversations with him raise red flags?” Maybe Hugo shouldn’t be the one to ask that, but he knew he was innocent and wanted Lori to recognize that as well.
    “Nothing, but considering what’s happened, you might want to take some extra precautions.”
    “Is there any way you’d be