..well...wrong for me. Samson Project Public Relations and authorities had been able to cover up some...unhappy, unfortunate adventures of me. Though,...fortunately, nobody were hurt but me and my ego.Somehow, I continue to patrol the city day after day, night after night....A night like that...Though I am not like a Superman, I could hear a feminine screech of anguish from the dark alley. That scream was scary for itself. Somehow, I recognized the voice of that woman...As you know, I am not the. He refilled his coffee cup and went down to reception where he was greeted by Helen and Candy talking to three women.“Hello, David. Clair, Jeannie and Amy missed yesterday and I was going to ask you if we could help them today? And this young woman is Carla Davenport. She said that father said he was going to talk with you and that she wanted to as well.”“Ladies. We would be happy to help you. Helen, why don’t you help these three through the standard intake and Candy, keep Carla company for a. ”“Shut up,” Frankie shot back.“And when’s the last time you took a bath.”“What are you talking about Buck?”“Your clothes smell like shit,” I wafted my hand in front of my nose as the odour stung my nostrils. “You look like a man who’s been riding for weeks, not one who’s just starting out.”“Do not,” Frankie snarled. “And I don’t give a shit what you think of my look.”“Yeah well the rest of us have to live with your stench.”“It’s not that bad,” Frankie said as he sniffed his own armpit. “Can. There was about 25 people in the bar and he took in the atmosphere and started watching people go about their lives. His companion meanwhile was still stuck in traffic about 5 minutes from the airport and no idea his new found friend had already touched down. He sat in his car thinking what the hell to say, to do, this was also his first encounter with another guy face to face and as nervous about the meeting as his friend.Soon however he was soon parked and walking through the terminal to the.