Well, why should it have, I was in San Francisco a thousand miles away from Lincoln as far as she was concerned. I could just imagine the two of them ...mirking at my timing. The thought pissed me off.Carol had noticed a guy watching them from across the barroom, but it was too dark to see who. Who cared anyway, she thought, she was having fun with her man. She was feeling a little bit guilty though. Marvin was away and she intended to be with her Julius even if it was technically cheating. But. I couldn’t look my stepmother in the eye, and I definitely didn’t want my father to get suspicious at the tense atmosphere that would certainly accompany my presence at the dinner table.But I could only stave off hunger so long, and resigned myself to joining them at the breakfast table the next morning. I woke up between sticky sheets with a severe case of morning wood, the remnants of some highly explicit dream that I couldn’t remember but that I was almost certain had something to do with. That all changed when we went to a xmas party and i met a black guy who taught me the pleasure of black sex and turned me into a whore.At the party my husbnad made a fool of himself and got rather drunk ,he then tried it on with a few of the women there and upset me .This black guy darly saw what was happening and got talking to me and at the end of the night gave me a kiss as we were leaving ,my husband too drunk to notice.I didnt think anything of it until a week later when Daryl phoned me. R?pidamente abr? la cartera para buscar credenciales o cualquier otro documento que me dijera algo sobre mi nueva identidad. Seg?n mi identificaci?n mi nombre era Raquel, ten?a la misma edad (25 a?os reci?n cumplidos). Despu?s encontr? mi gafete de trabajo, trabajaba en la misma empresa y en el mismo puesto (soy administrador de empresas, bueno ahora administradora). Aparentemente todo segu?a igual, mi fecha de nacimiento era la misma, mi trabajo era el mismo y la casa donde viv?a tambi?n, s?lo.