I am, of course your gorgeous, dark haired, hunk – Not !! I guess I’m not bad looking, aged 38, 5ft 11ins tall, fairly well proportioned, although...a small paunch is beginning to develop. I’m often told I have a distinguished look and a number of times I’ve met people who think they know me or I’m familiar to them. During the first five years, we spent a lot of time getting to know each other. Finding out what we thought about love, trust, mixing with friends and acquaintances and of course the. I was picked on like most students but I believe there was a few who just like me because I was so easy a target. It was the school year of 1999 to 2000 when I start really looking at girls as more than just a friend. I had a girl friend in fifth grade but you know how it was back then. In seventh grade I was at a new school and I had a new understand and urges, it wasn’t just the girls I saw either. I not sure when I first started looking at my boy the same way as girls but I remember who the. That time in Turkey had now been more than six years ago. Tyrone had killed a total of three more people since then – one in a military operation he was assigned to assist on, another was an unfortunate bystander during an undercover sting in central Africa, and the final was a Chinese spy liaising with the Sudanese who were helping an Islamic radical terrorist group obtain weapons. The last one had been the one he most savored. The Asian had put up an admirable fight before Tyrone choked him. But I was afraid that Lacey did by the way she looked at me with those bedroom eyes of hers. I’d never seen such raw sexuality and desire so blatantly displayed for my benefit except for Sandy and Barbara.I gulped and said, “Sandy why don’t we go dance.” The DJ was playing, the Platter’s version of “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes”.Sandy just grinned at me and said, “I’m kind of tired right now, why don’t Lacey and you go dance.” Lacey bounded up with my hand in her hand and practically pulled me up.