"You seem to be awfully interestedin my life. Why?"Anya smiled. "You're one of the more fascinating people I've met in ...oh, a long time. Not ever...one has the courage to say no to pressure fromtheir parents and peers." I dropped out of college and joined the army." The girl laughed. "Ibet Dad nearly had a heart attack." And?"The girl shook her head. "I hated it. The discipline wasn't bad, but Ihad to fight. I ... had to kill some people." Her words tailed off, anda haunted look. They were always a target, which was why they probably had the best killer-attack lawyers in the business.I had learned to watch the sex on the screen with a dispassionate eye. I know that people tell me girls aren't "visual", not like guys. We can watch a couple making it, and note the girl's lipstick and fingernail polish. Guys, I've been told, get caught up in the sex they're watching. I think the people who make such generalizations aren't looking at the scenes that I saw every time. Girls. It was a real shock for me when I saw another two other black guys entering the bedroom. They caught Jackson fucking my sexy wife and me licking his prick as he was doing it.Then both guys started to strip off. One of them was called Marcus and he was even taller and bigger than his mate.Jackson grabbed Ana and he rolled onto his back; with my sexy wife still impaled onto his dick. Then Marcus just spat to lubricate a bit more Ana’s entrance and soon he had his cock inside my wife along with. But for all of my happiness, I was emptyinside. I would look at my friends and wonder if they felt like I did,then one Halloween, I discovered why I was empty.It my senior year at Westmoore High School and I was looking for acostume. Luckily, I took after Mom in my build. I was a 4ft 11in tallpowerhouse whose small size made me an excellent quarterback.Mom had an old Zatanna outfit, so I chose it since I thought that she washot and wearing tights wasn't new to me. I'd worn tights when I was.