Brian immersed himself with preparations for Justin's upcoming parole hearing.  He had garnered valuable advice from the Warden.  Thanks to him, Brian was aware that the testimony of others was vital to Justin's case.  It would be necessary to present testimonials to substantiate reasons for the kid's early release.  
 
The first time Justin came before the parole board, he was castigated for turning on a man who was a father figure to him.  Of course, they hadn't known the truth about what really happened that day.  This was his second hearing, and he warned himself not to be overly optimistic as to the outcome.  He didn't want to be disappointed.  On the other hand,  he couldn't help but feel encouraged by the way Brian was tackling this mission.  He was devoting a great deal of time and energy into helping him.  
 
Justin and Brian met often since they were constantly collaborating about the parole hearing, as well as continuing daily therapy sessions. This created the perfect opportunity for Justin to work his wiles on Brian.  Every time they were in a room together, Justin would accidentally brush up against Brian, or give a demure smile, or make a sexual innuendo.  To his frustration, Brian did not respond to any of his less than subtle attempts. In fact, he actually seemed to be unphased by Justin's flirtations.  Justin began to think that maybe he had misjudged the depth of Brian's feelings for him.
 
Brian was in a quandry.  He was trying to adhere to his professional code, but the kid was driving him crazy.  He had to put every effort into not reacting to the boy's obvious advances.   He combated his feelings by thinking about his mother.  It worked every time.  However, the hearing was still a few weeks away.   He was amazed at the power the <i>little shit</i> had over him.
 
Justin came in one day with a sunshine grin on his face.  Brian's curiosity got the best of him, and he asked Justin why he was so happy.  Justin declared, "In exactly two months from today, I turn 18.  Brian just responded "That's nice."   Justin rambled on, "Don't you realize what that means?  Do you know what the ramifications are of that momentous occasion?"  Brian just looked at him like he had two heads.  "No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."  
 
Justin stood facing Brian, and leaned close as if he were going to whisper.  "It means that I'm of legal age to do anything I want."  Brian just said "Uh huh"  and turned to rummage through the stack of papers on his desk.  "Well, if you want to celebrate your 18th birthday outside these walls, I suggest we get to work."  He didn't bother to gaze at Justin's disappointed face because he knew if he did, the kid would see the truth in his eyes.  
 
The hearing was in two days.  Brian had secured the testimony of two correction officers, and two of the other inmates on Justin's behalf.  He had gone over their testimony, and felt confident in the content and the intended impact of their words.  There was only one thing left to do.  He had been procrastinating about talking to Justin concerning this matter, but the time had come.  He couldn't delay it any longer.