I'm homeless, broke, and now I'm going crazy. Again a small voice said; no your not, you are going to be someone that people adore.He looked around ag...in and still no one was there. He told himself that he was going crazy, so why fight it. He picked up the few things that hadn't burnt in the fire, and started walking down the street, not really knowing where to go, or do for that matter.He was walking for a few minutes and it started to snow, he thought to himself, just great more shit, looking. She had obviously shaved the hair, giving him easy access to the hole he longed to probe. Ariana stood long enough to remove her panties. She was about to straddle Nate again when she heard him say, “Please don’t. I want to see you.” Ariana was a bit startled by his request. She had been the initiator through everything so far. Having him watch her and drink in the sight of her body excited her. She stood in front of him with one leg on the floor, then lifted the other, placing it on the couch. " How do you work that out?" I had challenged her."Well, try the Etados Unidos, Juan..." What?" You know the EUA? You call it the USA, I think? It will not be longbefore more Americans speak Spanish like South Americans and from then therest of the world will follow." Deluded!" I thought. "But she fights her corner and I am going to enjoyshowing her how superior we English are." I had just ended a relationshipwith a girl called Alice, who was so passive that when we made love Iwould almost. The memories, though, were no more than a jumble of images, apparently of my childhood, and they didn’t mean much to me. I forced myself forward, step by step, towards the laughing, mocking attackers. Then I leaned down and picked up a torch and I threw it in their faces. That was followed by the desperate slashing of my blade. I looked on in horror as my blade slid in through an attacker’s eyeball, covering me in blood. His unearthly death-screech made me sick to my stomach. Next to me others.