The cook watched for a moment as she scurried back to the group. From the kitchen window it looked like a lot of teenage boys, with just a couple male... adults. He'd read in the paper that a local high school baseball team was going to be playing for the state championship tomorrow. Perhaps this was the team?The brief cry of "Order Up!" ended his musings. He spun the metal wheel the waiters and waitresses clipped their orders to, and grabbed the tickets as they came around to his side of the. James remembered someone explaining it on the radio. The circle represented the womb, the productive power of women, they'd said; the inverted cross — the outstretched arms of inclusion; the nurturing nature of women. Now it was hard to see it as anything other than triumphal. It hadn't been long before the corresponding male symbol had appeared on graffiti. A Mars symbol but with the arrow pointing down like a flaccid penis. There was one here alongside the poster, in chipped white paint on. I am a bit of a slut, as people may have told you, so don't feel like you're obligated to commit- I don't! It's just friendly, neighborly, mature, getting over the frustration sex- how does that sound to you?" Wonderful! So, do you want me to go pick up some condoms? I am out." At this point, I am so damn horny, I'd sell my soul to get laid, so pregnancy, STDs, and HIV are not a big deal to me! They're risks- having more stress is a certainty! Just take me to your place and make it well worth. No one thought he would see his twenties let alone his late thirties. In high school he always daring people to do things. But his bad boy image always got him the girls. But that changed when he met Desirae. He had said he met her threw an online site that catered to people behind bars. He talked to her while he was locked up for his last brush with the law. When he came out she set him on the right path, since then he had been straight, clean and sober. Myself, what can I say. I was the token.