Sie sah ihn vor sich, fühlte die Nacht, seinen ernsten Blick auf sich gerichtet. "Maus, wir müssen reden," hörte sie ihn sagen.Sie zog an ihrer Zig...rette und setzte sich auf die Ledersitze seines Porsches. Sie fühlte das glatte schöne Leder auf ihrer blanken, engen Möse und genoss das Kribbeln des Motors, das sich in ihr ausbreitete, als Damian den Zündschlüssel drehte und seinen klassischen, bronzefarbenen Porsche Carrera startete. Julia hatte so viel in den letzten Monaten für Damian. I knew there was someone standing next to me, but i did not budge one bit. I just thought he was another worker. Then in this deep velvet voice he said, "Excuse me, is this the Robinson residence?" I got agitated because he had disturbed my tan. "Duh nigga, there is a big as 'R' on the gate." I still did not look up. "Well excuse me," as he walked away i heard him say " spoiled bitch" What the hell did you just say?" as you can believe i was up now. He turned slowly turned around, and i felt. I am free to do exactly what I want because noone exspects anything of me. It is a freedom few have, but we always recognise eachother, a certain look across a crowded bar, a crooked smile shared when others stare at us.So if you shy away from things wild, taboo or just plain illegal, you should'nt read my story. But if you want to know how I became who I am, how it is to live in my world for a while.. Then by all means, read on, step inside!It guess it started early, with my mom not giving a. " Mike, my job foreman, offered to go in my place, or at least come along for company, but I declined. They all started readying to leave, but I talked them out of it using the second game of the double header as a teaser. I shared, "Hey, there’s still a lot of beer for you guys to drink up. Besides, Sarah doesn’t like being alone, especially during thunderstorms." Sarah heartily agreed, mentioning, "Yeah and I’ve got a few treats for you guys in-between innings." I had a pretty good idea of.