There were a couple guys with towels around their waists shaving at the sink area, they turned to check out who had entered. They smiled when they saw...Daniel’s outfit.“Nice,” one of the guys commented.“This is Danny,” John announced. “He’s our new towel boy, here to serve guys, here to serve. If there’s anything you need, feel free to let Danny-boy know.”“Nice outfit,” the other guy added, “but it looks a little big for him.”All three of them laughed. “I’m sure he’ll grow into it,” John. He wore a black trench coat with a black shirt underneath, in fact, all his clothing articles were black, making his movements harder to see in the darkness of the alley. As his features became clearer, he finally finished his sentence with a firm voice: ‘… I’m hunting a Monster.’ As Garth felt his life ebbing away, the grinned at the hunter, who he refused to admit was a human being, revealing his two razor sharp fangs and glowing red eyes. He then barely managed to utter: ‘So you knew what I. Sadly he died before I ever understood the things that he must have experienced. My lack of understanding no doubt contributed to the estrangement between us, and my inadequate attempts to reconcile prior to his death. As I researched the story, I found many accounts from other prisoners of war. The one factor they seemed to have in common was that they all spoke of what happened but very few commented on their feelings or emotions, maybe this is a result of their generation when men suppressed. Stop. This is my fault. Now, I’m not going to stop going for drinks or whatever with you, but I am going to look elsewhere for a boyfriend. I think that’s what you want, and since you won’t think of me that way, it’s what I need to do. ‘If that means that my boyfriend, whoever he might be, doesn’t want me to spend time with you like that, then that’s the way it will have to be.’ As she was talking, an errant beam of sunlight reflected off a wall fixture and caught Denise’s hair, lighting it up.