I wanted to hurt him, torture him and maybe, even break his heart. The next morning, I made sure to wake up before he did and watched him sleeping, gl...ad that he didn't snore. Seeing him with his eyes closed, his gentle breathing, I wondered what it was that made him so cruel to the young women he seduced, what pain, what anger? Was it revenge for some hurt? My writer's mind wanted to know what made this handsome man, so vile. It was chilly so I put on his white shirt over my peasant blouse, and. ”“i knew that getting job as a ex con is hard so I thought I could help her out.”“I know the feeling, thinking that you can change a person.Thinking you can change the person showing them the right path.”“Do you not think she can’t change?”“Believe me I tried all my life if ever there is a remorseless person, that is her and spending two years in a prison doesn’t change her.”“Never? Not even once? She had shown change?”“Well maybe once, once we sent her to her uncle, he was kind of a loner. ’ ‘I love you too. Let’s get in there and get our seats.’ Taking Lisa by the arm, they joined the other two couples going into the small theater. ~~~~~~~~~ The music was sensual, seductive. The lighting was low with most of the lights focused on the raised platform. There were fresh flowers, pillows, and what looked like a feather bed. The colors were muted beige, pink, rose, sage green – candle light cast shadows and added to the romantic setting. A woman, about 5’6′, trim, with medium length. I remembered that boys at the college were always ogling at my assets even upon my clothes.. they were always making silly excuses to talk to me but I had never really cared about them.. I had also noticed that the middle age and older uncles dicks were hardened whenever I passed the streets in the morning while jogging.. some of the males used to wake up early just to see my tights sticking to my butt coz of sweat and my tight t shirt hugging my boobs giving them an extra lift up and making.