‘So I had sex with her. Nobody noticed-it was a frat party. A guy takes a girl to a room, she looks a little out of it, hey-who’s not doing that? ...fterwards, I tested some post-hyps… mostly that she wouldn’t remember the sex, that she’d want more of the drug, that she’d tell any pretty friends she had about the stuff. ‘Then I went into prostitution. Nice little side business to my drug deals-just give the girl a dose of the blow, and suddenly, I’ve got a nice little sex kitten for the night. In. The guy stood on his bed, completely naked. He was pretty sure his cheeks were now on fire, as he could not help a quick, nervous look at the other boy’s penis. It was not difficult, either, since the guy’s organ was quite large, resting on a pair of hairless balls that made Sean’s mouth water in a split second. Apparently, the brunet was perfectly waxed everywhere.“I believe this is what you should look into,” the guy woke him up from his shock, showing him a long, nasty cut, along his right. We’re a group of terminal cynics. We have this constant love-hate thing. I try to distance myself from it all and let Riley do the close-in work. You have to keep your distance from the men because all they do is bitch and moan and if you get with them before you know you’re bitching and moaning yourself. We only allow bitching two ranks up. The men bitch about sergeants. Riley bitches about captains . . . I bitch about majors and colonels. Riley has a way of saying “saving yourself Sir” when. You don't look so bad, you decide, lean featured and kind of dashing. Not bad for a guy who just turned thirty one. On the other hand, you decide, your life is kind of a train wreck right now.You moved to San Francisco a year ago, taking a job as a contributing editor with a small but growing magazine. It was a good gig, and you were doing some fine writing, and even finding time to work on the novel you've been playing with for five years, but six months ago an Atlanta based media conglomerate.