The next step was homelessness. On Monday, after a long weekend of bickering with Craig about nothing, I tried to sell my few remaining pieces of jewe...ry. Unfortunately, I'd already disposed of anything of value. Disposed of pretty much describes it. It made me sick to think of how little money I received in exchange for my very expensive jewelry.I was taking the few items that remained in my jewelry box around to the pawn shops trying to raise enough money for one more month of scraping by. "I want another man to own me - a big handsome Negro, so that my life is completely in his hands. Every thing I do will be what he wants. I want him to tell me what to do - what to wear - even re-name me, if that's what he wants! I want a Negro to own me the way white women are owned by their Negro men. I want him to photograph me with a nude cumshot dripping from my face and post it online - that way everyone will know that I'm nothing but a faggot! Pics of me, naked with slop hanging like. The waiter approaches the booth with the bill in his hands. He is tall and muscular, very good looking. He lays the bill down in front of you and tells you that I told him to tell you it was ok for you to sign for the bill. As you reach for the pen on the table the waiter quickly slides into the booth next to you and takes you by the wrist. You look up at him with surprise on your face. He pulls your hand down to his crotch and rubs your hand against his cock, which is stiffening quickly. He. "I didn't see what I had to do with a multi-million steel contract so kept my mouth shut."The sergeant you rescued under fire is related to Senator Simon Andrew Aneko, the Minister of Transport, and he wants you to be awarded a medal. It has put British stock sky high with the Kenyans, and if our commercial section can't win that steel contract on the back of your heroics then they deserve to be buggered with the flared end of a rag man's trumpet!"Sure enough I was invited to attend an.