.I like to call him the freaky Alpha male. For the Alpha male with a tiny bit of freaky mixed with a lot of curiosity- they crave to be in situations...where they are for ONCE not in control. This man, "Bryan" is 38 years old, black, successful-to say the least. He is the CTO of a very well known company in L.A.,Ca. I met Bryan while back in California. I had decided to go out with my girls on a summer Saturday night. I had on 5 in heels, shorts to show off my sexy legs and thick...juicy thighs. I noticed that the wood trim around the base of the house looked rotten and I ran a fingernail across it and a large chunk just fell away exposing what looked like burrows or little tunnels. Shit! Termites!I finished checking the sprinkler heads and found one that the ground seemed soft around and then I noticed the indentation in the head. It looked as if one of the tines on the machine they used to aerate the yard had hit on the head. I dug around it and found that the connection between the. . well, I should have turned around and left.But I didn't.I smiled bravely, paid my meeting dues and signed in as normal... and was thusly ignored by all present. Even Sam kept his distance, though I did see some stirrings of sympathy in his eyes, on the few occasions he made eye contact with me. It was as if everyone had gathered for my wake, but I, the corpse, had had the indecency to show up alive.Like Iago watching the downfall of Othello, Steven reveled in my discomfiture. I'm sure if he. Sal knew it was wrong to feel that way, to be disgusted with the idea that such a pretty girl would rather be with Joe the blind guy, than with a completely able bodied man, such as himself. Yet, that was indeed how Salvatore felt. ‘All right, all right you two!’ Angelo Innomorata shouted from The House’s kitchen entrance, ‘Save that mush for when yous get married!’ Sal uttered a counterfeit chuckle before stamping out his cigarette, and entered The House from the service door. He strolled to.