“9 pm at the Pitino Centre, enter at the rearof the building and park in the back.” I repeated to mymother, feeling much like a parrot. &#...220;Yes that’s it, now Ihave to get back to work but will see you there son,don’t forget!” Before I could reply, mom had hung up thephone on her end. At 19 I could think of more entertaining ways to spend aFriday night than to go to my mother’s older sister’sbirthday party where I’d doubtlessly be bored to. I sat on the ground, rubbing my head and looking up at Thomas, wonderingif he was gonna pound me or just let Marcus do it. They were teammates,after all, with Marcus being the team's center.He ignored me for a moment and called out, "Marcus, you trying to wail onthis kid?" Yeah, sissy freak needs a pounding," Marcus said as he got closer."Well, you better not." Why not? You gonna stand up for the sissy?" I wont have to, dumbass. The half dozen students who just recorded youthreatening a student. Ten years later, there werestill no news on the KGB agent. Ten years, Igor had been fed withrumors of the tortures his brother must had endured in return forSoviet intel. And ten years, his hatred for the Americans had grownexponentially until he had trained himself into one of Major Kasparov'sbest agents.Igor, a lean man of 5ft 8" with neatly combed back short raven hair,exuded intelligence. It was his intelligence that had him doubted thecircumstances of his parents' demise. During a private. "Look at you being all eager, a few days ago you were scared oftemporarily becoming a female. And now you're your own mom being bangedby you yourself." "Carl" chuckled at the strange sentence he hadconstructed. But this was what was happening nonetheless.Both of them were sweating, panting, moaning, gasping for breath as theycame closer and closer together in between Carl's powerful thrusts. "It'sfun being other people wouldn't you agree?" Ah yes! YES! It's so much fun. I cant believe how good.