"It shouldn't have to be this way for you and your work mates. Those bastards---they should be in fucking prison for abuse."

Hunter had a vague idea of how hard it must be to live on the streets as a prostitute but for Jack this was his life. His very existence. The rock star's life was one of fame and fortune and relative comfort. Living like a king. Poor Jack had to scrape a living by selling his body and often having it abused nightly. The poor guy. The singer pressed kisses along his lover's collarbone as he felt rising anger as Jack spoke about the kids.

"Kids? Those fuckers take kids?! Jesus, Jack. I---had no idea. Oh god did I....."

The tragic story of the underworld and the black market. Kids sold off for work slaves or worse. It really tugged at the singer's heartstrings and he didn't know what else to say or do. Not that he could do much since this was way out of his hands. He just wanted to be with Jack and love the man since he needed something to take the pain away.

"I want to look after you and take your pain away. You deserve this. I don't know what else I can do to help you but----I want to help."

Hunter began nibbling softly along his lover's shoulder; his hands sliding up Jack's back, caressing softly.