It’s also hostile to anybody who’s out of the ordinary. Like me. I was a bisexual Black man leading a closeted life in America. I lived in a world... which feared and hated me. I was the youngest of four boys, raised by a single father. I didn’t have anything handed to me. Everything I’ve got, I’ve had to fight for. I learned very quickly how to defend myself against anyone who got in my way. Mercilessly. It wasn’t easy being a ninth grader and weighing two hundred and forty pounds. I was only. Anyway Donna answered and needed to sign, she said to the guy "Step inside while I find a pen".As he stepped inside our house I took the parcel off him and he stood there, "Shut the door" Donna said, as he did she came towards him, he handed her the slip and she said trying to write "I need something HARD to rest on", he smiled as she looked at him. She was wearing a nightgown that didn't leave much to the imagination.After she'd signed she said "Do you want a drink" he replied that he didn't,. I said, “I have to say I was blown away with the pictures I found.” She looked at me a little shocked. I told her it was fine not to be embarrassed, I thought they were really hot. She seemed to relax a little, and I told her I never knew he had quite that lifestyle. She said he was a lot of fun, in every way. She said, I guess I’ll warn you then before you find them. There is a DVD somewhere as well. I snickered and told her I had just started to look at it when you came in and I turned it. Finally with a look of horror she threw herself at him hugging him fiercely. "Oh my god, Jonathan! Had I realized that it was as horribly lonesome as it was, I'd never asked you to do this!" "Wait Lana you need to finish," Jonathan said looking away huge tears welling up in his eyes the memories of that night had almost killed him, he was afraid that even with the maturity she'd gained Lana might die in her human form it was more than most humans … hell any entity could take. Taking.