He knew he'd enjoy things much more if he just waited for the perfect one to come along.It was nearing the end of the day when he finally spotted a li...ely target. Blonde, rather pretty face in a girl-next-door sort of way, yet with body language that spoke to a bit of insecurity. Chris watched as the woman seated herself in the waiting room, studied her. Right away he noticed the ring on her left hand. She was either engaged or married, good. She had light green eyes, a cute nose, well-shaped. It was a tiring day, what with his grandpas farewell dinner and their trip to the airport, not to mention his earlier escapade with William in the school bathroom. It was already 11 PM and the young boy was getting sleepy, and perhaps a bit irritable. While randomly scrolling through his homepage, he chanced upon an update that he seemed to have missed before. It was a post on Williams wall, made by a certain Peter McMahon thanking William for a great hang out. John clicked on the update to see. It was a good day. We were on the bed just talking and he was feeling up my legs. He felt the scar on my legs and asked what happened. I told him about my motorcycle accident. He told me he had not noticed the scar the first time we were together. I smiled at him and said you were more interested in other parts of my body. We both laughed. He told me he was going back to Viet Nam in a couple of days. He started kissing my crotch and worked his way down my leg. He went down and kissed my scar.. Would wearing a dress be so bad?"Dziewiecdziesiat dziewiec!"One of the Winged Hussars she had rode among the previous day was shouting, seemingly at her. That wasn't her name, though, and they should know it. It wasn't like it was hard to pronounce. She turned back to her horse."Dziewiecdziesiat dziewiec!" Closer, this time. She turned, back to her mount. Three of them stood before her. Strong. Handsome. Condescending. Condescending armored angels, red and white feathered wings rising above.