To pass off as a candidate, he at least needed someone with similar eye color.“What a waste.”He took to the sky, searching for the next fight.----...-----“Ah, motherfuckers…”The words were spoken from a mouth caked in dirt, the result of sleeping face down in an alley. Foley groaned with every breath, trying to remember the last thing he saw. ‘Let’s see, I got to the bar, had a drink… something, something… those guys threw me out. Flying, flying, flying, ground.’Normally he would have slept till. Well in my mind I was, in reality I was just another troubled teen who fell into trouble quicker than most, until finally I ended up at the home of the Max's.Donna and Tom Max were a couple that had an amazing reputation for taking in k**s like me, and really turning them around.I however didn't care, it was just going to be another foster home and another place to rest my head until the next one, so when I arrived and was welcomed into their house I did my best not to get to excited or. I would even venture in to 'their' neighbourhood and get whistled at and motioned over to join them. I rarely had the courage to do so. But once I did – that's another story. I would often have cars pull up to me and the driver (and sometimes another passenger) asking if I needed a ride. I always got such a rush walking and swishing along!Many times I would drive into the city at night, sometimes go to a gay dance club, but mostly go to an adult store in another part of town. I would always. Now take off your pants.” “Whut” at this, William was dumbfounded as he replied. Alarm bells at the back of his mind sounded again, although a bit dully, as though they were being obstructed by some sound-resistant material. “You heard me.” typed PBear insistently. William didn’t know why, perhaps he was still suffering from a bit of shock, but he obeyed PBear’s dubious command. He positioned himself farther from the computer so that his webcam would see his whole body. Slowly, he undid his.