The second (!) time I asked mother about women, she sighed, whispering that we, men, only think about that. She then added that at the end of high sch...ol I may meet a girl.I could only imagine what it would be like, how she would be dressed, about what we would talk.I hoped she would have a similar education because I felt it was not normal and the average young adult surely does not know how be a « true gentleman »In my dreams, the first woman of my age I meet smells extremely good, so much I. Specially some groceries before they spoiled in the heat.Well, she said, the invitation stands, just come on over when you are done, I live in the yellow house just over there. The front door is not locked, so if I do not answer the doorbell, just walk in, when I am in the back of the house I can’t hear the doorbell.I thanked her and said I may just come over later.Sweating and cursing some more I got my car unpacked, put the groceries in the fridge and was ready for a nice cold beer. When I. As i lived a long way from Mark and we did not see each other as often as we would have liked and we had to spend a lot of time and money travelling to see each other it seemed ideal even though we were so young. The house was on a small estate once you turned into the estate you followed the road up and round then you would come to a small lane our house was one of 4 just before you came to the lane if you turned left on to the lane it would take you back into the village turn right it would. It is said he lives in an age of enlightenment, but man still fears the darkness. It is my soul’s fate to be persecuted, I suppose. Or my body’s, since my soul no longer exists. (If it ever did.) Why did Torquemada choose to spare me from death? Was he ‘sparing’ me at all? Or did he think that un-death was the greater punishment for one of my ilk? He certainly was impassioned when he bit me, enflamed. I can still feel his hot breath on my neck, smell the stench of his arousal. (Do I smell like.