And I couldn't even mention Darren being there. Itwas too complicated.It was on the way home though that things started to go really amiss. On thecorn...r of my street I met my brother and two of his mates. Charlie was alayabout and a rebel, and his mates were bordering on thugs. We were notclose! He never gave me trouble - Mum would draw the line at that - but heprobably saw me as a swot and I knew I did not want to grow into him. As myclosest family role model he was not what I'd have asked. Maybe.Brian wrote the note with his phone number for Mark to call him if needing a ride back to his car. ‘If he calls, and we meet sober, perhaps it could be something,’ Brian thought as he drove home.Brian never told Mark, but that Saturday morning, he was on pins and needles, wondering if Mark would call for a ride. Brian hoped he had not been too forward with the note, but he wanted to know what Mark’s motives were for kissing him. Was Mark gay or not? And was he really that attracted to. " There was a brief pause, "I am willing to help you at one cost that cannot be revealed until after the transformation is done."I was shocked at her story, the more I let the words soak it, the more I believed her. I know it seems odd that I believed such an incredible story but the way she spoke made me forget any doubt I normally would have had in her story."Why help me? If your job is to help mankind why bother help just one man? You should be out solving world hunger, and ending wars!" I. This time of course Dmitri was already out of the car and moving with a speed that belied his size; he smashed his fist into the side of her assailant’s head and then stood on his wrist when the man pulled a large revolver from his belt. He cursed and threatened her and Dmitri. Dmitri picked up the revolver and escorted Aleja to the car and opened the back door – she always rode in the back – safer, he said.The next day the gang leader disappeared. Word on the street was he had returned home to.