So when I read about it and all the things that had happened to you, it reminded me of you. I have been through all that several years ago.”“Just ...ike you, I was thrown out of my house at the age of 13 for being bisexual. Just like you, I spent my teenage living in homeless shelters and sometimes on street. But I never lost hope. I was adamant about becoming successful and completed my school.”“Then, I was hired by a small firm in my city. It was a start-up kind of thing and the workload was. I was the editor of this ‘underground'(meaning we said ‘fuck’ in print) humor/satire rag called Rat Sass. It also probably didn’t hurt that they trusted me enough not to rat them out, or ‘eat the cheese’, as we termed it, if I got popped. And I wouldn’t have either. I guess it was sort an ‘honor among thieves’ sort of thing, although we weren’t thieves in any sense of the word. We were simply ‘wholesalers of illicit commodities’. Granted, it doesn’t look that hot on a resume, but it sounds much. I stood uncomfortably listening to her ramble. Finally, I told her I had to do my homework and left her alone. I glanced over my shoulder as I walked up the stairs and saw her standing where I had left her, not doing anything -- not looking at anything -- probably not thinking about anything other than how good the buzz felt. I turned around and flew up the stairs two at a time, slamming my door before diving head first onto the bed and pulling the pillow over my head. If only it was that easy. "I think we could work something out," her hand idly on me half erect prick moved, "To our mutual satisfaction."She eyed me with smoldering lust. "Carmen told me you were going to be a lot of fun. She even 'warned' me about this lovely thick dork." Alexandra's fingers had become more animated. 'He was practically under, but when it went in I couldn't think any more, ' Carmen told me. 'He stayed hard for so long, just making me come and come, I wasn't able to get him into even a light trance.