"Fuck, this beautiful ass, I wish I could. But you're just a sissy boy, so all you can ever be to me is a fuck thing. I'll call you up, come over and ...uck this beautiful ass, and then leave you to go and date my beautiful women. You'll wish you could be more to me, but all you'll be is my fuck-toy. Do you want to be my fuck-toy?" I growled in your ear."Yes, I want to be your fuck-toy!" you cried."Do you want to be more than my fuck-toy?" I asked."Yes, if you'll have me as more, I'll be more.. "Gotcha!" You win."The rest of the day was unexciting. I spoke with both of Des' instructors. They seemed gratified to know what was going on, but unconcerned. Before I left for the (long) weekend, I told Shirl that she could take Friday off, as long as the answerphone was turned on. I stopped for fuel on the way home. Weena told me that she'd arranged for an "early" departure.We picked Rob up at about 8:30 Friday morning. He was waiting with a small travelling bag on the ground next to him. We. ‘Well clearly, I just did,’ I stated, boldly. If it was possible for Sam’s expression to darken even more, it would have. Uh-oh. ‘Look at the mouse developing a mouth! How dare you. You’re a fat, useless wannabe. I feel sorry for you. No real friends, no personality. If I were you, I’d just hurry up and end myself!’ she all but screamed. My bravado quickly faded. Without looking to see the reaction of the people in the room, I turned swiftly on my heel and walked briskly from the hall, refusing. Those features weren't shadowed. They wereactually black, a smooth, glossy obsidian in color. Altogether, heseemed less a man and more a demon in a man's clothing - a demon thatwas stalking toward me like a beast ready to gobble up its prey.In the midst of this manor of gloom and fear, facing such a hellishcreature, I couldn't help but take a step back. Somehow, asimpossible as it seemed, I had stumbled upon a true nightmare, thedevil made flesh and blood. I wanted to deny it. No, I wanted.