And I’m not the kind of man who takes these things lying down. No sir. I believe in preemptive strikes. The best defense is a good offense. I finis...ed editing my works. The end result was a 285-page anthology of erotic fiction. The subject matter ranged from erotic adventures of college studs and the women in their lives to bisexual college football players and coed wrestling. Also, I dealt with realistic issues such as men’s lives in twenty first century America. Very little attention is. “I’m glad I let you over the boundary field,” she replied swallowing slightly.“Definitely a smart move,” Forimisto chuckled.I commented, “It occasionally causes issues with my job if I’m ... treating a foreign national and they don’t understand the rules. Mostly though it just results in a reprimand or a threat of sanctions, not an annexation of an entire Realm. I guess Amantil is making an unequivocal statement to a few Realms on what happens if you really piss off the Empire.”“You can say. It was quite a cross-section of perverts: a seventy-year-old straight man (Carl), two gay twenty-year-olds (David and Matt), and a thirty-year old transvestite (Dawn). Carl was a big guy that looked like a former dock-worker and hardly someone that would participate in a Circle Jerk. He was a nice guy, though; very jovial and outgoing. David and Matt looked like yuppie stock brokers, very well-dressed and with good manners. However, Dawn was the one that interested me the most. He/she actually. But curiosity eventually gets the better of fear and you press on. So here we are, 2 people who had been writing love letters back and forth for some time. We occupied our evenings chatting through email. It would have been so much easier if we’d have had access to a chat-room, but I did not have that sort of internet access, and had my own personal reasons for hating chat-rooms. We knew each other and were strangers at the same time. It was almost easier when the person on the other end was.