The other is that even though I am an orphan, I know I can choose to go down any path that meets my fancy of my own free will and I am almost full gro...n at eighteen.When the overweight man with the big white beard told me at the funeral of my parents who had been killed in an airplane crash that he had been given guardianship because I was only seventeen at the time, I almost laughed because he was so fat and jolly that I swore he could have passed for Santa Claus.He was the closest relative. “Yes, I know. That’s why you tried to kill me.”“No, I tried to kill you because you were my enemy. Now I really hate you,” she wept.“Hey, I just did what you wanted me to do.”“No you didn’t. You made me watch all that. You destroyed my life. You bastard, I tried to get you to stop, but you just kept making me watch. You just made me watch everything I believe in turn to dust. Oh, my God, oh my God,” she wept. “I’m such a fool.”“I’m sorry. Life is brutal and sometimes you get caught up,” he told. " "What?" I exclaimed. What was this? "Take off your clothes!" Liz said more firmly now. Dazed, I started to remove my clothes. "Hurry, I can't hold it in forever! Lie down with your head towards me!" I was by now naked, my cock erect and proud before me while I was in complete turmoil. I did as she asked and got down on the floor so that I was looking up those lovely slim legs into her eyes. She moved off the seat and I realised she was intending to kneel over me. Holding up her shirt with one. One...Two...Three...Fou- something catches my eye.The silhouette of a bulbous head, with gleaming white eyes stares menacingly at me. A small, Rattata squeak escapes my lips as I tighten the grip on my sheets. Maintaining eye contact for a few brief seconds, the head ducks down, and the sound of something heavy thudding into a pile of leaves manages to squeeze through my window. I remain staring at the spot, as a million thoughts flood my mind. Was that a pokemon!? A stalker!? A... a murderer!?.