Sighing, Stephen told himself to keep on trucking. For some reason, he had a target on his back. Always. And it wasn’t for the usual reasons. Unlike... his ‘blood brothers’, he couldn’t say that he was eternally targeted because of his race. Or the fact that he was, well, technically bisexual, though his sexual experiences with either sex were limited at best. No, it wasn’t because of that or any other immediately recognizable factor. Rather, he was a victim of his own uniqueness. Fate chose him. In a way, it had become the most prized possession from my past life and in my life now.I decided to try again the following Saturday night I went to a different bar. It was only about 15 minutes from where I lived. I had been by it many times but never stopped. I went inside. It was nice with a dance floor and a big long bar. I hoped it would be different this time around. I sat at the bar as it filled up with people. I looked around and saw mostly couples sitting at the tables while at the. ” Michelle knew I was joking. “Have you lost your glasses or are you on drugs?” “Well…” “She is a stunning looking female,” Michelle answered. “She seems very organised and the music department seems to function better since her appointment than it had done previously. All in all, I think she is good for the school and good for the students. Why do you ask?” “I was just wondering what she was like. This being the first time I had met her. It seemed a bit odd that she would ask about you and I. Help me move him."Feeling Lilliputian, I helped Tran remove the snoring Randy from atop her. We covered them with the disheveled blankets and retired to the bathroom to clean up and compare notes. They were both stunningly powerful, athletic lovers. Tran counted Randy amongst her very best, and she was working from a much larger data base than mine. I agreed that Randy was fantastic, and I confided that if anything, Rick was even better."I want to make up my mind for myself," Tran demanded. "In.