.. not who and what you actually are." What do you want?" Greg asked, suddenly feeling nervous about having this stranger know so much about him. "And...... how did you--" Would you like to be able to do that again?" the man asked, standing and fishing a twenty out of his wallet as he gestured the waitress over. When she arrived, he paid Greg's bill, told the young beauty to keep the very handsome tip, then repeated his hand wave in front of Greg's face."Thank you very much," the waitress said,. They stopped and stood up to admire her. "Let's leave her for a bit. She needs a chance to recover before we continue".As her master was talking, Jerome left a dog bowl full of water beside Anita. They both disappeared upstairs. Anita was laying there battered and exhausted. She was thankful for the water but could not use her hands to pick up the bowl and drink so she brought her face to the bowl and sipped at it. A few minutes later both black men reappeared."The poor bitch was thirsty". As our friendship grew I knew that my feelings should stop she liked boys, she liked cock. She'd never look at me in the same way as I did her... Or would she? It was the night of our graduation ball. I don't have to explain how beautiful she looked. She stood in her six inch heels, higher than anyone else, her dress down to her mid calf and her breasts hidden away as always. During the night she would often smile at me and hug me, as friends do! After the night a group of us went to the kebab. Heat kissed my body. It absorbed it, drinking it in with ease. I hit the ground, my view obscured by the curling tongues of orange and red dancing before me. My sword slammed into the cobblestone with a jarring force.The fire died. I blinked and then whirled around to see a slender girl in ruby armor slamming a flaming sword into my chest. It hit my iron body and bounced off. The girl stumbled back, eyes widening in shock.I backhanded her, my metal fist slamming into her breastplate. Flames.