A young skinny college boy was accompanying me in the waiting room. I sensed that he was looking at me from the time I got inside the room. Since I wa... in my office clothes, my tight curves were visible in the skirt blazer. It was common for me to receive such attention.But this boy kept staring at me. He wouldn’t even look away when I caught him checking me out. I was in a good mood and that pervert was spoiling it. I plugged in my earbuds and began listening to songs to divert my mind.The boy. With his face buried in the sand, he was just able to make out a pair of legs, not deep ebony as the woman almost sitting on his back, binding his hands behind him, but a lightly tanned white, though equally strong and powerful. Once his arms were fastened, he was hoisted to his feet by two sets of hands, and before he was able to steal a glance at the second guard, a hood fell over his head, plunging him into blackness. Then they began to drag him away, through the noise of the. Finally, my dad met a woman named Angie and eventually married her when I was ten years old. Angie and I got along pretty well the first two years or so but then she got pregnant and gave birth to my half-sister Patsy. From that time forward, Angie treated me like the proverbial stepchild. Patsy always came first, getting whatever she wanted, while I got nothing. As the years went by, my resentment of Angie slowly turned to pure hatred. I could tell by her actions toward me that she hated me. "I get the point yousuck at basketball." I thought I could start and improve like I did softball for next year'steam," I said but was really joking.The four stood and looked at me. "You did improve in softball. First weneed to work on the gayest form I've ever seen," Bryson said."Guys, I was just joking," I laughed. They started laughing with me and atme. Colt gave us a hearty laugh trying to mock my shot. I did have tolaugh to keep from being humiliated by my futile attempts. We did somecardio.