” It’s what I am.” Hmmm, what do I say now? Brett told me he had pretty much always known he was gay. He didn’t come out until his senior year...of high school. He was afraid that everyone would hate him and his friends would leave him. He had been going out with a girl to keep up pretenses and told her first. “Of course you are, honey,” she told him. “Everybody already knows.” It turned out to be true. Brett was six-three and had played basketball. He told the coach who said, “Thank God, we. He had moved to the side, needing a different position the better to strike at her tender breasts, she knew the target was those jutting nipples he so loved and no power on earth would stop him now even if she so wished.. Without hesitation she nodded to him, not the timid nod of before, but a good solid ‘I`ve made up my mind’ style nod that had his arm drawing back instantly, with joy on his face as the leather rapidly and accurately swishing through the air. All eyes were fixed on those. Even easier than predicted. We crushed their fighters, leaving none left to crush. Your warriors survived almost to a man. The island's chief has been killed as has his priest and his advisor. With them ended, resistance ended. We made truce with the rest." Truce?" the old military advisor grumbles. "Truce suggests equals." Perhaps truce isn't the right word. An agreement? Confronting Nick changed things." Nick?" the emperor responds."Me," said Nick."We know you by another name, warrior. Tristan cursed and turned around to see who it was, drawing his hand from under Amber's blouse."Damon Reid." Tristan said with a sneer in his voice. "What do you want?" Tristan asked, angry at the interruption. His dislike for the man was obvious from his body language.And why the hell not? Tristan asked himself. Damon thought he was a god. Handsome, rich, intelligent... you name it. The reason why Tristan disliked him so much was that his own father never failed to throw Damon's.