The thought of me with long fingernails,and wearing high heels was pretty amusing. "What's so funny?" she asked. "When you said, `you' about...having long nails and high heels, it soundedlike to you were saying I could do that kind of thing." "And you wouldn't want to do that would you?" she asked, veryskeptically. "Shoot, no!" I'm not a queer. I've seen those guys on Geraldo andDonahue. Sheesh!" "John, most of those people are not gay. They just have found that. Until the past few months, I was just a skinny kid with big dreams of playing football. Dreaming of the day I would play for the Texas Longhorns and later the Cowboys. Both teams were close by, with the University of Texas just down the road in Austin, and I saw many of their games on TV too.Hook’em Horns!I had never been to a Cowboy’s game or a Longhorn’s game. Hell, until I went out for eighth grade football back in August, I had never been to a Maverick’s game.Today there was an NFL triple. Near endlessly he talked about their unbelievable soft gray skin, there almost invariably large and supple breasts, and their silky hair, which was normally a silver, black, or red. Apparently his favorite part about them was the fact they were so damn kinky. Dominative or submissive, either way they made for a fun-filled romp. Because of Vyn’s ramblings, Koroko had come down with a near insatiable case of Drow Fever. This is not a disease mind you, but the unremorseful urge for Dark Elven. Will Peter come for me?*Her mind lingered on the thought of him swooping in and rescuing her from this hell, just as he had in thefantasy stories she heard as a c***d, when the story was about Wendy... but he had left Wendy. Wouldbe leave her too? By then her giggling had ceased, the anxiety returning twofold.“Charles what is going to happen to me?” Penelope whispered, her small voice laced with desperation,tears threatening to fall from her eyes once more.“I don’t know,” Charles shrugged.