Night AngelThusIA Sojourner of Night(Afraid of Light)Creature of the lonely ill-lit walksWho balks at clean and well-lit places(Afraid of faces)The Bl...essed OnesWho linger there beyond despairAnd leave me to my dim-lit walksWhere Self engages Self in talksHow my life would go differentlyIf only IWere not like meThusA Transsexed Angel cloaked in Night(Afraid of Light)Concealed from crowds by fogs and cloudsToo proud(Or scared)To talk in sharedConfidences of Our Painful StatusWhat Power made. I know that sounds a bit over the top, but I figured it wasn’t really as bad as it sounded because Alice was adopted and the same age as me at seventeen. Besides, she had been getting it in all her holes even before we even adopted her because the foster families she had hooked up with usually had a bunch of perverts in the homes no matter where she went and she had to cooperate in order to survive.Alice and I generally did it in the ass and in the mouth because it was hard to get the necessary. I waved “Hi!” She asked me to come down as it was boring for her.We sat down on a bench on the lawn. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a black trax. She started making fun of the way I slipped and fell down to catch the ball that morning. Immediately I told her, “You too gave me a free show with your black panty.” Her reply was unexpected. She asked me, “Haha! That’s not a free show little boy! You never saw what was beneath”Me: “Can I see now ?”Renu: “I think that’s costly”Me: “How much do. .. we pulled away from the house and headed out to the GWR ... Great Western Road.“You usually don’t partake of hops and barley before a bit of a dig ... what’s up?”“Your wife knows the finest women in the country, and she’s been introducing them singly and batches. She finally hit the right jackpot and the woman won’t have a damn thing to do with me. I find solace in the bottle,” that was said in a Shakespearian tone.Not that I understood a word of it ... Jim was plastered. What I did.