.. At least it seemed dark. Actually I couldn't see a thing. I couldn't hear or feel anything either. I tested all of my senses and they were all blan.... Now what?Marjorie had said I should try hearing first. She said I'd understand why. So I tried to concentrate on my hearing. After a while, maybe a long while, I could definitely start (hearing?) something. It wasn't a sound, it was more or less an interrogatory. Something was wondering why I was here.I wondered how I even knew what it wanted.. The girls would usually slip a piece of bacon or sausage on my plate, because they knew it would get them a good tip. It was a joke between us, and one of the few real interactions that I had with any people at all. I had once thought about possibly asking one of them to go out with me, but chickened out.My life went back to normal for three months, and then it changed again. The weasel from the alley came back into my life."Mister Trent? Robert Trent?" He was standing on the front landing with. A couple of men came in and Kelly looked at her watch."Yep, 11:00!" she laughed. "Here come the skirt chasers." Not sure they always show up on time at the bar I used to hang out atbut we definitely had them," I added."Not sure if it is your thing or not Beth but most of them are niceguys," Tammy chimed in. "They are just looking for something most GG'swon't give them." I know all about the tranny chasers and yes I have availed of theirservices a few times but not tonight," I replied."Getting. To cut a long story short she ended up being my girlfriend. Height 5.4”, dark brown hair, black eyes, juicy lips, 32 C, creamy skin and the best thing about her was her round shaped, bootylicious ass, She was 20 then and I was 22. Shreya that is what you can call her, was a sex bomb and a sex machine. She was addicted to it the way I was. We had our passionate times, sometimes on the terrace , 5’o’clock in the morning, at my place when all my friends were asleep , she used to sneak out of her.