.. you look like such a cute chick for a guy." Just think of me as a girl.", I said meaningfully, letting him off the hook and gliding as femininely a... possible into the room closer to him."Uhhh so what do you call yourself, not Liam I guess?" No, it's Bryony." I replied.Sean took my hand gently and pressed it to his lips, "I'm delighted to meet you Bryony." he said.Yeah, it was corny, but I liked it and found myself blushing. Avoiding any more embarrassment I ushered Sean to the table and. Both he and Joe Barber commented, almost in unison, that it was reminiscent of Tiger Woods and his father.As they walked down the jet way at Bradley International for their 4 hour trip to O'Hare at Chicago Jared Winslow bubbled in his pride for Thurmond Smythe."I feel a new hope for the inner city black youth of the country. All we see are the negatives, the hip-hop cultures negative icons, the drugs and the poverty. But without fanfare or any press, there are good kids fighting their way out. Back thenhe'd fantasise about being an older curvy woman. However he'd beencaught, beaten and humiliated and that was the end of it. He'd buriedhis desires when he was young and threw himself into the gym and othermacho activities as he struggled in this career.All things considered he'd done well for himself, but there was still ahole in his life and looking at Wendy's webcam page he couldn't help butfantasise about himself as a webcam girl. On a whim he sent her aprivate message reminding her. He jerked upright. Shaking off his blanket, he felt nothing holding him, and reaching to grasp his legs, running his hands quickly up and down and reaching about himself he could feel nothing near him, yet he had been jolted awake with those certain feelings!Foreboding: awful, clinging, penetrating, fearful foreboding filled his mind. Something was terribly wrong. Pain! Pinned! Trapped! The feelings consumed his mind and he knew it was not himself, but someone...The faint trace of pre-dawn was.