This being Billy’s senior year of high school, the prom was quickly approaching. Billy, of course, did not have a date to the prom. In fact, he neve... had a date anywhere. More than anything, he wanted to ask Diana to go with him, but he knew that would never happen. There was also a girl in his English class, Jessica. But that was just as impossible. Billy had resigned himself to the fact that he would be attending the prom solo, just as he did everything else.It was a Sunday afternoon, three. The brother was surprised. Lots of men are surprised on those rare times when the police want to hear their side of the story. I told the brother to relax. The bitch, on the other hand, looked incredibly tense and couldn’t stop chatting. I told her to shut the fuck up. The brother smiled at me. I asked him for his name. His name was Benito and he was a fine-looking Haitian brother. A tall, light-skinned, green-eyed black man with the looks of a male model. I liked him already. He told me that. So one night while I was driving around I decided to drive by the store and see what the traffic looked like. The place had a few cars so I went to the backside and parked and walked in. This time I was going to browse the booth sections more in depth. So I bought some lube to use to beat off in the booth. I went back to the first area I saw the last time and it was too cold and the smell was horrible so I went to the other side of the store and sat in those booths which were nicer. I picked a. , and she still had to stay by the phones until 5:00 p.m. We continued talking and somehow we strayed onto the topic of sex. And then somehow we strayed onto the topic of seduction. Our conversation was charged with sexual tension. In addition to that, there were these small but curious things that linked us, and perhaps made us feel a stronger connection. There was her place of birth and its link to my close friend. Then it turned out that I shared the same first name as her boyfriend, and.