I was wound like an eight day clock and was in love with war which precluded me from employment in any kind of legitimate profession. Cops shunned me ...ecause I had a habit of presenting myself as an executioner. The FBI didn’t want me for much the same reason plus I didn’t have a college degree. CIA, DEA, and Black water, were all what I considered a lateral move. Making matters worse, I didn’t have any job references or marketable skills to speak of and putting, I’m awesome at killing people. Katie quickly went into her room and took down a poster, where a small hole in the wall was revealed. She enjoyed using this hole sometimes to spy on her father. She peeked through and observed his masculine nude body. At first she was only staring at his strong backside. then as he continued washing himself he turned towards her direction. He was a fit, hairy man, with hair on his chest, stomach, legs, and forearms. Katie saw the thick sausage and testicles between his legs dangling and she. But, that was never proven.The Demo Bar was delivering extreme services, during a time of repression. They hired the best looking, trim, athletic, girls...usually white. And they hired the most massively hung blacks that they could find. The concept was simple. Just let the black guys fuck the living HELL out of the white girls. Anything that could be done with a large hard black stick was not only fair game, it was desired.Members paid an annual dues of one hundred dollars, and a singular. "Since I'm a nurse, that's a perfectly acceptable aberration," she smiled. We both hit the kitchen, two bowls of cereal, two travel mugs of coffee, a kiss in the driveway, and we're off to make the wheels of industry spin.Several times during the course of the day my dedication uncharacteristically flagged. I'd find myself leaning back in my chair, closing my eyes, thinking of Jenn, wondering how her day was going. I had no idea what it was like being a nurse, never gave it much thought., but.