But I couldn’t fly.I was a failure as an avian as well, cursed with an adolescent’s name because I couldn’t transform into a bird and fly.I dart...ed down into the hold. I belonged in the dark. Tears fell down my face as I stumbled into the bowels of the ship, racing away from the light, pressing past the cargo, weaving through them. Down here was where something as ugly as I was belonged.“What do we have here?” a deep, rumbling voice asked as I flung myself against the front of the ship. The bow.. Bohunka was good. Very good.Marika photo-finished with a convincing shout, waking up everybody that was still sleeping.“You see, even when you are not a lesbian, you can enjoy lesbian sex.”“Would you let a guy suck your cock?” Asked Gabika. She had a point. I don’t know if I would, but I’m a pretty good liar.“I think I would. I never did, but it sounds like fun.”“Would you finger his ass? Would you kiss his balls? Would you fuck him in the mouth? Would you lick his anus?”“WOH, wait a minute. I. And Carl hadnoticed the recent changes in everyone's behavior. He even pointed outwhen the teacher entered the room, she was dressed incredibly sexier.Ms. Powell had always worn thick rimmed glasses and baggy sweatshirtsand she always coward down. Now she was dressed in a tight t-shirt andan almost too short skirt. She had let her brown hair roll down herback and had removed her glasses. The removal of a bra from the outfitadded to her sexiness. One day the principal had removed her from. It would be so nice to meet awoman and maybe push these other fantasies out of my life.I turned from the computer and am about to hit the remote to watch someTV when a soft knock comes to my apartment door."It's me," says a familiar voice.It is my neighbor from across the hall, the only person I know in NewYork except the few people from work. Diana is a big woman, who I knowis probably also alone this Christmas Eve. She has watched my catbefore when I had to leave for business and we have.