The residents here are not prisoners; they are free to come and go as they please, like any adult. However, their staying with us is definitely contingent on following the House rules. When they screw up, they are sometimes given a second chance, maybe in exchange for a few favors. Sometimes, though, we just toss their shit out onto the curb and tell them to call someone, if they even have anyone to call. We could all tell from the minute we met this guy that he wouldn't last long. He seemed to think recovery was a joke, and that his stay with us at the Halfway House was just a nice vacation in a sunny, warm place. In addition to having shit for brains, his attitude was one of nonchalance. It cam as no surprise that the first weekend at the House he fucked up. There is a curfew here, with few exceptions: namely, a job that requires someone to work late. This one obviously did not have a job. I mean, who would hire him? He has the IQ of a chimp (that is being nice). He is completely useless. So when he skipped out one night and returned at 4 in the morning, I decided that after breakfast, I'd give him a final shot to see if there was SOMETHING he was good at. Turns out, I've had better blowjobs from blow up dolls. After trying to get off with his mouth, I decided to give his fuck hole a try. His ass was tight as can be, which is a good thing, and I did enjoy treating him like the P.O.S. that he is. Still, there are a lot better cunts in the House, so after I nutted into his mouth, I told him to pack his shit because he only had 5 minutes left with us.