He got the screen name, the Black Giant on the site and got a year long membership. He said he didn’t like to show his picture because he on parole ...nd he not supposed to use the computer. He also said he was balling when it came to cash. The back-story is that he was in for slinging rock.He did what he had to do to survive in the hood” Ted wrote. In reality he was from the suburbs. He was only only 5.8 even though he said he was built in his profile. Months passed and he didn’t get any bites,. She asked if I could stay the night and I told her yes, so lets get you cleaned up some. He ran a bath and told me to get in. I was sitting thinking about what I was going to tell my mom when he came in. You're not done yet, hell your hairs still dry. He grabbed a washcloth and told me to stand up. He washed my face, arms, back, every thing. When I got out he handed me a t-shirt and fixed the couch for me to sleep on. I tried to sleep but the strange noises kept me up, I went to his room and. Breathing hard, she gasps and gulps, an unnerving feeling of disorientation swirling around in her electrified, frenzied head.Then she hears chuckling, chortling.Eyes rounding open, she suddenly remembers where she is just as the subway slows into a station. “Oh, God.” She grabs her bag and, clutching her coat closed with her damp, sore hand, she stands and rushes for the door. She tries not to look at the ragged old man in the Yankees hat and jacket, tries not to think that he’s the one. On the day I went in to pick up an application for the scholarship fund and have lunch with my dad I bumped into my dads boss, Mr. Thompson at the reception desk. As I said it was summer, and I was wearing a pair of jean cutoffs, flip flops, a pink tank top, and a white bra. My hair is blonde and I like to keep it long, past my shoulders. The receptionist told me my dad had been called out of the office for some meetings.Mr. Thompson, although I hadn’t seen him since the company Christmas party.