I just wanted to pass my fist through my TV, except that it was expensive. I settled with taking a pen and stabbing it repeatedly and violently throug... a binder filled with notes. When I went to the bathroom that night, I wrote in the stall, ‘Why is my life so fucked up?’ That night I just had images in my head of an innocent girl in pain, just wanting love and affection, but then the second that image would pop into my head it was replaced by some man with lipstick and makeup and a grotesque. First assignment was Anchorage, Alaska where street hookers were all over like ants. First night on the town my boss takes me to the Wild Cherry, a strip club. Afterwards we walk outside and there are two hooks working so we decide to go fuck with them. After talking a bit we end up in a seedy hotel with 2 twin beds. My boss is on one fucking his and I'm on the other bed fucking mine!! My first FUCK!! After that I was down there picking me up a new hoe every paycheck. Like candy in a. "Hey! Every super hero does it! Watch themovies, they're all the damn same!" I set the bag to my side."Superman, Batman, Spider-Man, The Hulk, Iron Man, Aquaman..."Frank cut me off. "Who?" Aquaman? Arthur Curry? King of Atlantis? Wears orange and green?" Nope, still nothing." Can talk to fish." Oh! That guy! Doesn't do much, since he can't help out of the water?" Hey! There's plenty of stuff to do in the water!" So, what's his story, anyway? He was on that Superman show a few yearsago, but. I had arrived around 7:30 am and did my normal opening routine; around 10 minutes to 8 I saw the delivery van pull to the rear of our office. I went out back to show them where to drop off the delivery to save myself having to move them to the proper location. What I saw next made my crotch stir: I saw the delivery guy step out of the van. He was a black guy, late twenties, about 6’3” and probably 275lb with what I would call a pro football player’s build. He was wearing a gray hoodie that fit.