Somehow... after begging for death, I still lived. So, my friends, the belt was not the curse, my very existence was.'I was cursed with luck. I would ...ot die. I COULD not die. I was forced to live two hundred years or more as a male, when I knew inside it was wrong. Curses... They're funny, you know?'Dentriel took a glass of wine from the barmaid, who had approached. They were well known in this tavern, and the barmaid had brought the glass of wine instinctively, before seeing Dentriel from the. But alas, daydreams and fantasies rarely come true for me. My walls aren't filled with scantily-clad women or sports stars, because I know I have no shot at dating a supermodel or playing in the big leagues.What decorates my walls? Pictures of my parents, my sister, photos of the library of the college I've already been accepted to. Those sort of things. People who love me, who care for me, things already in my grasp. I can happily engage in my fantasy life, but would never dream to put it out. Perhaps I’m treading on some edges of feelings. I’m not sure.I actually don’t know how long we stayed in that missionary position, mylegs wrapped around him, ankles crossed in the back and his arms wrappedaround me so that we were completely tangled. I know that I came overand over and we blended into one being, from our deep kisses to ourlimbs and of course with sex. I shuddered and clinched and came so hardI fell limp.We were only just starting though. He hovered over me and just watchedme as. “Thank you,” she said giggling. After some small talk she started telling me her story. “It started three days after my twelfth birthday,” she said. “I was in taking a bath when my mother and father walked in. I tried to cover myself up with my hands but my mother told me to put my hands down, which I did. She then told me to stand-up so my father could look at me. I did just that. After I sat back down in the tub my father slid down his pants. I was in shock. It was the first time I had ever.