Lately I am beginning to think I am really a loser. Chicago was sure different when I was young and in school there, every old fart and a lot of the y...ung ones wanted my ass. I even picked up spare change blowing guys in Grant Park. Alas, as I began getting older fewer offers were coming my way. Finally the offers just stopped coming, Shit, as for getting paid to get screwed I couldn’t even give my body away to anyone but dirty winos and d***ks. Now-a-days everyone seems to want fresh young ass. Riding the train is like having dinner every day in a Ben & Jerry's: Hmmm, which flavor will it be today?I gotta confess, though: I do like chocolate.There are several black women on the train, in all shades. My eye was most often drawn to the one I call Cleopatra, because she carries herself like a queen.Tall -- maybe even 6 feet -- she still manages to avoid that string bean look. Instead, she's beautifully proportioned. Proud breasts balanced by an ass so tempting it makes me flex my fingers. ..I was sleeping over at my best friend's house one summer night. School was out and her parents had already gone to bed. It was after midnight and we we were up late in pyjamas talking in her bedroom. I don't remember exactly how old we were, but I remember I had just gotten my first period a few months earlier.She was a couple of years older, with lovely long blonde hair and a budding figure that drove boys in school crazy and made me secretly jealous. All the boys (and some of the girls) in. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the.