He didn’t know what the word meant, but he was betting some of the crowd did.It was like he’d walked over everyone’s graves. The silence spread.... The music nearby died. The crowd’s energy turned. “Let him go,” someone said with calm hostility.“You do not understand, he is not human,” the angrier priestess snapped. “He is in disguise! Revelate!”A tension, like the air before a thunderstorm when the pressure finally dropped, rippled out from her voice. It felt like something inside him gently. On the third day, she approached me and asked about my name, and we discussed this lucky coincidence, and soon enough we exchanged numbers and became good friends. She would bitch about her husband, me about my girlfriend, and everything in between.Since I have a knack for naughtiness, I sometimes used to ask her about her sex life, about how good it was, to which she replied it was not worth discussing. This made the wheels of my mind churn to find out what exactly is the truth, and somehow I. “Sorry about that” said Emilia.“It’s O.K.” said the other girl.“My name is Chloe, I’m new here”“Me too said Emilia. Call me emilia.”“Nice to meet you emilia, do you know where Room 105 is?”“No, But I am going there too. Wanna Walk together?”“Sure.”The Girls walked together. As they did, many of the black guys lining the halls were glaring at them. Making both girls feel nervous. Just as they were feeling more and more nervous. They came upon a door. It was a very strong metal door, with a ID. The next thing I did was to hide it beside my bed. It made no noise what so ever. I hoped this was going to be the first time daddy would at least have some kind of sex with me. I would have it all on my recorder to play it back anytime I wanted to. I told my BFF Tracy about it. She went crazy waiting to hear us live. She wanted to hear us messing around sexually. Her dad wouldnt touch her and she wanted to know what it would be like if he did feel her up and let her feel him up. We had.