The girls loved me, and I loved them, but the whole routine was getting old. Every weekend, I’d hook up with the same type of girl, it’d seem. Lot...s of make-up, slutty clothes, easy to take home…It was getting rather boring. I needed a girl that would be a challenge. A girl that didn’t want anything to do with me. A girl I’d have to work at.My birthday came early in the year, so I was beginning my senior year of high school already 18. My sister and I were twins, so she was 18 as well. It was. She, however, had bet her future on it."Resume?" He held his hand out."I ... I don't have one. Sir." She did, of course, carefully worded, precisely padded. But it was useless for what she was trying to do. She held her breath.With a grunt and a shrug, he motioned for her to sit, and leaned against the front of his desk."Just out of school?" Yes. Yes, sir." Never hurts to say "sir", Her Mom and Dad had raised her to be polite, but college had nearly scrubbed the reflex out of her."Major?" Uh, I. As you approach you notice the desk is covered in loose papers, scrolls, and organizing trays. A moment later you see a chair, angled to encourage you to sit. You do, settling into a moderately comfortable leather seat. The figure leans forward and the hood of the cloak slips and the ghostly visage of a skull appears from the inky black.“Shit!” You startle, nearly jumping from the chair.The figure laughs, head thrown back with the hilarity of this moment.“Oh, my dear chap,” a surprisingly crisp. I know I would kill the son-of-a-bitch. It's so weird with this dual thinking personality. Nice guy on the outside, pervert on the inside.I mentioned that Linda and I haven't had sex in about six years. It started with Linda having female trouble. She ended up having a hysterectomy. I was worried shitless that she might die. I didn't know much about female problems. She was told, or at least she told me, no sexual activity for at least six months.Eventually she felt better and one night we.