When he was riding high, these thoughts tended tosubside. When he was low, he sometimes found himself thinking of nothingelse. He had tried cross-dres...sing a few times, and had found it quite fun. Butafter the initial high wore off, he felt worse about himself thanbefore. The problem was, he couldn't stop himself from doing it fromtime to time, which made him less fond of his male self. It wouldn't make that much of a difference in his daily life, hegenerally thought, it would just make. "Don't worry I'll find a cute guy for you too." she laughed. "Thanks Felicia,"my mom said sarcastically. As I turned to walk away for real this time, I walked right into Valeri who had just entered the hallway. "Oh I'm sorry Rick, I didn't mean to . . . bump . . . into you," she said started and slowed as her eyes went from my face to my obvious erection. Before I could say anything she ran down the hallway to her room. She only glanced at me briefly as she opened her door, before disappearing. I scanned the article attached to the photo and read about her. It was just a fluff piece on her current stardom, including (something I hadn't remembered at first) her stint as the main female character in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon". In the picture, her smile was wide but polite, a Hollywood smile for sure. She looked beautiful in the semi-crumpled newspaper, and I was certainly more willing now to listen to what Lucy had to say."Ok, now that I know who she is, what can I do about it?. Samael knelt on the ground, “Tell me where she is,” he whispered, “And I’ll bring you peace. Talk now. Or suffer.”The man kept crawling away from him. As if the terror he felt deafened his ability to hear. He was slowly advancing towards the door that led outside. Samael silently followed him with his eyes for a while, repeating the same question, finally Samael stuck a finger deep in one of his holes. Blood still slowly drizzling down.The man gasped in shock, “Follow the road to the east..