Inside the front door, my shirt fluttered to the floor, my shoes ricocheted off two walls.There she was, sitting on our sofa uncomfortably clam, teacu...p in hand, curiously staring in the direction of our silent TV. Before I exited the kitchen, I had an ad hoc plan. Her ribbed top would be the first to go, followed VERY quickly by her short skirt that barely covered any of her gorgeous legs. My pants fell as I rushed into the living room, exposing my choice that day to work commando. Waddling. After a bit he suggested going for a walk around a local park and I agreed. I felt pretty comfortable with him by that point, so I took a chance.We chatted some more on the walk. He had a good sense of humor, though corny. We liked some of the same movies, and we suggested some of our favorites to each other.Soon we were back at our cars. I hadn't felt "the spark" with him so I said good night. He looked disappointed but took it graciously.Another week went by and the pickings were slim. Too. It’s just my cousin seen you and he said lots of niggas be fucking around with dudes like you.”“He’s not lying,” the sissy pursed his lips. “I’m gonna go fix a drink. Apartment F-203.”Denari jogged away without giving Tito a chance to respond.Tito returned to his apartment and tossed the junk mail on the table. He grabbed a beer and downed it. He figured there was no harm in stopping by Denari’s place. He put a couple cans into a soft cooler and headed out the door.Tito walked the short. ..I hurt" the girl struggled with the words.'What was she saying?' Sasha wondered, That she did not hate her evenafter all Sasha had done to her? That she could care about Sasha becauseshe felt loss too? The list of things Sasha had taken from her wasincredible. Where was her pain? The loss of family, friends, manhood,her way of life?"What hurts in you most?" No music. No. music. No..." Sasha felt the girl's shivering beginagain. She turned her head around towards Sasha and whispered in.