Unaccountably, the sight of the knife didn't frighten me, maybe because I figured Gomez was so out of it from booze or drugs that I could defend mysel....I was wrong.He was quick, quicker than I expected, and he didn't hesitate. The knife entered my abdomen as if moving into soft butter. He took a step back and jerked the knife out of my stomach. I felt myself falling to my knees on the oak floor of the gym.The crazy fucker stabbed me! A silly thought, perhaps, but that's what went through my. I also thought yes I should now as it was night. So I opened my bag and took out my shorts and was going to go out tp bathroom to get dress change and she stopped me and told me that was I shy to change in front of her and she gave a wicked smile. I smiled back and one after another I removed my dress and wrapped a towel around my waist and opened my jeans.She was now watching me and I was noticing her well with narrow vision. Her phone fell down and and sat up and bend to pick it up and. Some transporters I know have way more interesting lives. My buddy David Wu for example. He drives exclusively for Keira Knightley. Me, I drive for any Tom, Dick, or Jane I pick up on the street.I've lived in London for the past seven years or so. I love it here. There's odd sights around every corner. The laws make more sense to me than those of America, and a lot of the people seem nicer and smarter in many ways. The TV shows have fewer commercials, the streets are cleaner, there's less. Michelle was by all accounts a tom boy she loved to partake in activities normally associated with being a male . Michelle hated to be dressed in feminine attire and on every Sunday she hated having to wear a dress and fancy shoes as she would be going to church and have to socialize with other young ladies. Michelle's grandmother made sure Michelle sat properly and acted as a young lady should . The boys never seemed to notice Michelle because she was more masculine than her peers and wasn't.