My name is James Fuller, and I am the most powerful being on this Earth. Well, not yet, I am telling you the story of how I became the… I digress. L...et me start from the beginning… I was on a plane for a school trip in the United States of America (Yes, I am not American… Shouldn’t it be United Statesian? Nah, that sounds stupid). Just your average sixteen year old teenager, who, like everyone else, was, and probably still is, an absolute fucking idiot.] I looked out the window, at the dark. I know we both weren't looking for anything serious, but it got serious and I don't want that to change." "Neither do I." "And if that offer to meet with you while you tour still stands, I like it. We can set up secret, illicit rendezvous and meet in back alleys behind sleazy hotels." He wiggled his eyebrows. "We can use code words and everything." Ryan put her head on his chest and laughed. "I really don’t think that'll be necessary. I'm not ashamed about being seen with a hockey player in. Gwen grinned and stuck out her tongue, and both women laughed.At the next door down, the girl opened it but stood in the doorway to hold it open. "You can use this one to change in, sweetie," she said to Gwen.Gwen had to squeeze past the girl to enter the small cubicle, and she could feel the girl's warm breath on the back of her neck as she passed."If you need any help, just let me know." Gwen turned to say thanks, and as the salesgirl closed the door she licked her lips seductively and added,. I sat on the other piece of furniture in the room, a couch."What do you do in your spare time?" I asked, interrupting Aaron who gave me a blank stare before turning his attention back to the kitchen. I had to extend my neck to get a brief view of what was so interesting to Aaron. Gina was not helping Miss Baker at all. She was sitting on the cabinet next to the dishwasher, running her hands up and down her inner thighs and talking to Miss Baker who was paying more attention to what Gina was.