’ ‘Can I read it?’ ‘Now you’re being too kind and you already told me you had more than enough amateur wannabe prose to review over the next...few days.’ ‘Do you have the manuscript with you or not?’ ‘Of course, I never leave home without it.’ Mike said, retrieving the work from his carry on. Victoria snatched it from him and began to thumb through the bound pages. ‘The title…’364 and a Wakeup’?’ ‘The day you arrive in the combat zone they hand you a special locally fabricated calendar, you cross. “Uh…” I say, unable to do anything but gawk.“I’m Dave.” Dave says, extending his hand.“Me too.” I say, and then blush. I just want to get out of here. I want to go home, curl into a ball, and cry myself to sleep. Dave just laughs.“What a coincidence!” Dave says, his smile causing me to swoon as I hold-in my piss.“My name’s Anne,” I manage to croak out, “and I like your dog.”“His name’s. “Strip,” I ordered. He stood up and peeled off his shorts. His hard cock bobbed in front of him - As did mine – I almost lost it and was about to ask him did he want a cock fight. “Stand facing the wall. Arms on the wall above your head and legs spread,” I said. I ran my gloved hands over his firm body. My finger followed his butt crack until it rested against his hole. “What do you want me to do to you?” I asked. “I want to fuck you,” he replied hoarsely. Whack “Wrong! What do you want me. We shared tribute photos and videos, so each guy's genitals soon became a familiar sight. Faces were never shown, however, and names were like mine (WankerChamp) invented.Then came the big bang, an announcement popping up on my screen one early morning in February 2002: "Who wants to meet Yulia in flesh and blood and have a good wank in close proximity to her nude body? It can be arranged for me and 5 of my friends. It will come at a cost, and details can only be revealed to friends who supply.