" Pirates of the Caribbean was on.With the ice broken, we began to talk about the movie, then movies ingeneral, and finally introductions were made. I... discovered that his namewas Jack and the he, surprise surprise, was a hair stylist who owned hison salon. We traded stories and, before I knew it, we were talkingexclusively about me. Soon he was flirting with me heavily, and he knewthe right things to say.Typically, the guys who hit on me have no tact whatsoever; buying me adrink and asking me. "Ready? Ready for what?"If you're going to be a girly man, honey you're going to have to bepretty. Don't you want to be my pretty, girly man, Alice?"Did I want to be her girly man? Oh yes! Oh yes, I did. I wanted it sobad. I needed to be fucked and submissive and be humiliated. I finallyrealized it. I needed it."Yes," I whispered."Say it louder, Alice. Are you sure you want to be my girly man? Tell meloud and clear." Yes, yes. I want to be your girly man," I spoke loudly but still inwonder at. She really did like this girl, and knew that if they had been born as peers, they would definitely be friends. It was a haunting thought. Crystal’s eyes were now drawn back to the front of her grandparent’s house, to the two men that were placing bricks on a bed of gravel to form an intricately patterned patio. Her hand went to the tiny scar on her forehead, realizing that in a little more than a year she would be toddling across it in her tiny Stride Rites, and falling to earn a cut that would. As thoughts about the low odds of ever seeing her again flowed through my head, I look up and saw her walking with the sun shining on her, the red tint in her hair became visible. She looked amazing, it was a sign there was no time to fuck about. I quickly put my items into my car and then strode up to her, just as a full bag slipped from her hands. I reached out and grabbed it and lifting it up just before, it had touched the floor. I lifted it up and handed it to her just as she had placed.