Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Also, Nerd.  That's a Trigger Warning, this one's almost painfully nerdy.

   ;

   Rachael (FF NS Talk)

   He sent her to me as a "Special Project." He's not my boss, but a
co-worker, so we have this code for things outside the company.  So, we
know this is one of those things, but she came bye my office when we're
wrapping up.

   "Can I help you?" she din't bring any copy with her.

   "Yeah, I work with Eddie, and he said you could help me with something.
After work." I found her face hard to read.

   "Well, I'm just about done here," so I packed up my briefcase, and
grabbed my purse.  "You want to go out?" Okay, first of all, I'm not
bisexual.  Never really even curious, but if I'm going to be an advice
columnist.  Professionally, if I'm going to give sex advice, I have to
actually go out, and have sex.  If Eddie sends someone to me, to talk about
something we can't at work, I feel it's safe to assume that, "It's sexual?"

   "I guess," she nodded, remarkable how straight her black hair is.  "He
said you do fantasies."

   "Depending on the fantasy," she's cute enough.  Young looking.

   "I'm Gina." Must have shown on my face.  "What?"

   I don't want to sound racist, but.  "You just don't look, like a Gina."

   "Oh," she looked down, and made some, tight lipped expression.  A pout?
"Ji'Na.  With a J."

   "And a, Hyphen?"

   "Sometimes.  Depends on the encoding.  Sometimes the format accepts the
hyphen."

   "I suppose it's different in Chinese characters?"

   "Korean." That was a frown.

   "I'm sorry.  No offense."

   "That's just it.  I'm Asian."

   "I could tell," I laughed it.

   "Yeahbut.  That's kinda broad, doncha think?  My family is very proud.
Korean pride, not," she did the quotey marks, "Asian.  Asian isn't a race.
Albanians are Asian, or Cossacks, Indians, Thibetans, Nepalese, Siberians;
that's not the culture.  Russia is bigger than North America."

   "No it isn't."

   "It isn't?"

   "It looks like it on a mercator projection, but North America is
actually slightly larger." I don't have the figures right here with me, but
I'd guestimate: Like, 5%?

   "Oh." she just nodded.

   "So, what's this about?"

   "Well, he said you make fantasies come true."

   "Well, I do role-play."

   "Like D&D?"

   "Only without the dice," I thought.  "Why, you play it?" Maybe I could
work the dice in.

   "Shadowrun, some.  That's like D&D in the future?"

   "I've seen books for it." Don't really like guns.  "So, like in that,
nobody wants to be themselves, so the fantasy is playing an Elf, or a
Princess."

   "I want to be white." Well, couldn't call it sudden, she beat around the
bush, so.  "Uh?" I just let my mouth hang open, and tried not to laugh. 
"Huh?" It's just.

   "Weird, I know, but.  I always been jealous of you.  Well, not like you,
personally, but white girls just get to do whatever you want, be whatever
you want." Guilty as charged, "And get whatever you want."

   "Well, not really." Is that what Racism feels like?  "Hahaha, if that
were true, I'd have a nicer car."

   "Well, my family." Keyword, she said it twice, so family issues there.
"I don't even know how, you could do it, but like.  I have a little money
saved up.  So, I always wanted to know what it's like, to be white.  Like
you."

   "Haha, I don't know." Let me think about that, "But you know, I'm a
little jealous of you too?" Shake my head, "Uh, I'm a nerd.  Play D&D, and
you know you're like every nerd's wet dream?" Shake my head, "Or nerdy
guys, anyway.  They're really into Asian chix."

   "Haha, yeah." She's thinking, I think.

   "Where do you live?"

   "With my family." That's three.

   "How old are you?"

   "28?"

   "Wow!  I.  Never would have guessed, you're pushing 30, really?"

   "Yeah." she looked down, "I know what it means, to live with your
parents so old, but I am unmarried, so." All of a sudden she dropped the
California accent, and started talking, Korean American?  "It's different
for Korean families."

   "I guess, so my place?" I could set it up, I guess I have an idea. 
"Well, for one thing, we never tell you how old we really are.  If you say
'28' then the assumption is you're actually older, and just lied about it.
So," I look her over, she really could pass for 18.  "How about 24?"

   "Or younger?"

   "Yeah, you could totally go younger."

   "I mean for the character."

   "Yeah, it's your fantasy, so."

   "A school girl."

   "Oh my God!"

   "What?"

   "No offense, but you're adorable.  You have any idea how many guys would
give their right nut to just hear you talk about playing a schoolgirl? 
What size are you?"

   "Dress size?"

   "Yeah," I took my eyes off the road a sec, "Um," looked over her body.
"I prob'ly have something you can wear."

   "8?  Huh!" She puffed up her chest, and let it fall, with a sigh.  "22
B." Bra size.

   "Yeah, I may have to make adjustment for the bra." Done it before.

   "Well, I have one, on.  He said, you know, to wear sexy underwear?"

   "Eddie?"

   "Yeah."

   "How sexy?"

   "Well," she started unbuttoning her blouse.  "You wanna see?"

   While I'm driving, and wishing I had a camera set up in the car.  It's
such a The Guys will Never Believe this!  situation, I would think the
pictures would be valuable, on my site.

   "Almost home." I'm not bisexual, but ask yourself, do I really have to
be?  To play dressup, with a little Korean girl.

   "You're Italian?"

   "Hungarian," I shook my head, "Mostly.  Tchevitz."

   "Jewish?"

   "I think, on my father's side, but it's not like we practice, Seder, or
like.  Eat Koshur or whatever."

   "Well, I'm Baptist."

   "Uh?" I guess I should just quit assuming, stuff.  "Huh!" Got me
thinking, though.  About like, you know how there's Italian food, places.
There's a Hungarian place too, not like I grew up eating it, but I tried
it. Mom's Swedish, so yeah.  I'd probably be blond if my hair wasn't so
dingy brown, and wavey, but where's my flat Iron?  Try to think, I'm gonna
have to straighten it.  For what I'm thinking, but it worked before, and
we're "Almost there," anyway.  I took the exit, but I could drive this in
my sleep, and at least we beat traffic a little, but I realized this isn't
really about Korean culture.  Really, it's about White America, gobbling up
everything else like a Gelatinous Cube.

   "Uh!" Such a nerd?  Well, it's also about that.  Not like I never
imagined being a guy, role-playing, or played the man in the relationship.
So, that.  I just have to get in the right frame of mind, so.  "Yeah, come
on in." I held the door for her.

   "I think it's 'cause of the racial stereotype?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "I mean nerds, and Asian girls.  I mean, like you're supposed to be good
at math, you wear glasses."

   "Nearsighted," she nodded.

   "Yeah, so according to them, you're like a congenital nerd.  In their
minds, so maybe they think you'll like them?"

   "I don't know, whatever."

   I guess I can do a nerdy guy.  The fantasy of getting with Asian chicks,
right?  One way to find out!

   ;

   Ji-Na/Gina (FF Race/Age Play.)

   "Help me with this." The dresser, it's heavy, but slides pretty easy on
the hard wood floors.

   "Where's your room mate?"

   "I live alone."

   I looked over, at the bed.  Single bed, just like the other one.  "Who's
is that?"

   "Well, I had a room mate, but she moved out."

   It was like a dorm room.  Not like mine, in college, but really more
like I grew up in.  So, the Girl's Room, with 2 single beds, and now a
dresser in the middle.  Pretty big, for a single bedroom apartment, big
enough to turn the dresser, sideways between them, "Hold it up here." She
turned a couple cams on the sides.  Of the mirror, so it tipped right out.

   "Okay, careful of the edges, they're sharp, but we're just going to set
it down.  Here." Leaned up against the back of the dresser.

   "Oh!" I got it, and walked back around to the front.  Of the dresser,
but sideways it was like a room divider.  She smiled, and waved.

   "Hiyee!" Like a reflection, in the mirror.  I giggled back.  "Good, now
there's probably going to be a little lag, so try to do, whatever slow. 
So, I can keep up, it helps maintain the illusion."

   "Okay." she fished under the bed, and I tried getting in character.  I
was in Drama too.  Freemont High did a production of The King and I, so at
least I got a part.  Not a speaking part, I can sing, but you know.  Like
Anna is English, so I got to act, but it wasn't a speaking role.

   "Huh!" I just sat down, while she fished under the bed.  "Here!" She got
out a flat iron, and plugged it in.

   "What's that for?"

   "You got straight hair?" I nodded, didn't think of that.  "So, for the
illusion, it'll help us match up better."

   "Oh yeah.  You really do this a lot."

   "Huh!  Yeah, with my boyfriend."

   "You mean like this, with the mirror, and everything?" So, she does have
a boyfriend, which is weird, because she still has 2 beds, instead of one
big one.  So, how does that work, when he sleeps over?

   "Yeah, he's a crossdresser." I looked down, at the dresser.  "Oh," over
at the closet door, "Really?"

   "Yeahuh!  It's hella fun!"

   "Huh!" At least we speak the same language, but right.  Getting into
character?  "What do I do?"

   "Well, like.  You know, whatever?" The iron was hot, so she started
clamping it, and pulling out her hair.  The waves, "Uh!  It's your fantasy,
so just pretend to be me, and I'll try to keep up."

   I pinched my hair, between my fingers, and pulled it out.

   "Yeah, good."

   "Well," I looked at the time, "I guess I better get ready for bed."

   She like lip synched.  And giggled, too.  "Nihihihn!" I tried to, like
her, and she stared back at me.  With her big wide brown eyes, and wayvy
brown hair, and blouse.

   Work blouse, but I guess it could be like, a church blouse, or a school
blouse even.  Glancing up at the poster, behind her.  She squinted, back. I
almost got upset, we don't really look like that, Squinty, but then I
realized I did it.  With my glasses off, so she copied me.  Because that's
what she's supposed to do, to be me.  Or for me to pretend to be her, only
if I do my part.

   "Huh!" So, I sighed, and opened my eyes.  Looked in the mirror, and
pulled out some more hair.  It's really such a pain, to straighten it like
this.  Like Britney, if I'm ever going to get with a boy like Brent.  Is
that a German name?  He looks German, but I bet it's not her straight blond
hair, you think I should bleach it?  I'm sure she does too, to look at her
roots, but I bet it's her big boobs, and hips, and booty.  Sticking out
from under her skirt, but she's a senior.  So, she's older, and bustier,
and curvier, and she gets the good guys, like Brent.

   The jock, football player.  "Yeah." I'm getting into it, "Maybe I should
bleach my hair." Hold it up, "Blonde?" Black, instead of brown, so I look
back in the mirror.  "Huh!" She set down the flat iron, so I stopped. 
Pretending to straighten my hair, but I wonder a moment if it feels the
same?  The fibers, even pulled straight, does it feel like mine?  You know
before I remember it's supposed to be mine, so back in character.

   "Huh!" Open my eyes, and look again.  Down at my blouse, and the swollen
lumps under it.  pulling out my collar, and feeling the button with my
nail. Pulling it sideways to slip it through the eye, then down to the
next. This one's not sideways, so I have to pull out the top, but it's
trickier, like this.  Instead of in a real mirror, but.  "Huh!" Maybe I can
get back into character when I get them all undone, but I wonder, what kind
of bra she's got on, moving down the buttons until I can see for myself,
but my face is starting to warm up, and she's blushing too.

   Oh, it's green.  Dark green, and lacy, but it's got the clasp in the
front.  Because we didn't set this up ahead of time, but pulling the tails
out, at least we're both wearing skirts.  Even if hers is tight around her
hips, and her crossed legs, sitting up on the bed, but I blink, and shake
my head.  "What?"

   "I'm bisexual." Thought she might like to know.

   "Okay, does that mean you're attracted to me?"

   "Oh, yeah." White girls, nerdy white girls, mostly the kind I been with.
"Huh!  I mean." She bit her lip, back at me.  "If that's all right?"

   "It's your fantasy."

   "Oh yeah." Forgot a minute, so I closed my eyes.  Tried to think about
an Nsync song.  Other then that Bye Bye one, to go with the poster? 
"Yeah," she nodded back at me.  No, my reflection in the mirror.  Thinking
about Justin, to get in the mood, already blushing, and breathing.  Fast,
and shallow, I just have to get this bra off, but I got the shirts open, so
I can take that off, and feel them.

   So big, and round, and full, and hot in the lacy green fabric.  "Mh! 
Yeah!"

   She really does have a great body.  I can just imagine, having those. 
Cs?  I think there Cs, or maybe Ds, I can't tell, but I don't want to break
the illusion to ask.  Maybe later, but mine even feel bigger.  Heavier, and
bouncier?

   "You're left handed?"

   "Huh?" I blinked, "Yeah."

   "Good, I mean.  Like, you know, for this?  I'm not, I'm really such a
klutz, trying to do anything with my left hand, but.  To mirror what your
doing, it's convenient?"

   "Yeah," I closed my eyes, and she shut up.  "Good," so I can get back in
character.  "Huh!" Nod, and look up.

   At my half naked reflection, in the mirror.  Smiling back at me, so hot,
and my tits shaking in my hands with my quick shallow hot gasps.

   "Yeah," she nods back.

   ;

   Rachael (FF Age/Race/Sist Role Play)

   I can do this.  She is, so cute, and I can just imagine.  Looking like
that, or maybe a camera.  "Yeah," almost in unison, but she says it too. 
Like, you know, instead of grunting mid-sentence while we try to think of a
word, but, "Uh!" She's so hot, it makes me feel so hot, just the thought of
her wishing she looked like me, while I secretly wished I looked like her,
but really it's her fantasy.

   So, add in another element, to make it hotter for me too.  I have a
little catching up to do, her being bisexual, and all.  She's getting
hornier, I can tell, so match it up.

   A camera, of course a 1 way mirror!  "Nyeah!" Some nerd, hooked it up to
spy on the girl of his dreams.  he little Korean girl, next door, somehow
got into my room, and replaced the pane with a see through one, so I
wouldn't notice.  The hole drilled through the wall, for the camera, the
perfect hiding place.  Even better than a peephole, because then he can
just set it to record, and watch it later.  Jack off watching me, get ready
for bed.  Getting undressed, and doing my hair.  My makeup, even getting
horny, and playing with myself.  In front of the mirror.

   "Huh!" Getting up, to unzip the side of the skirt.  I had to turn mine
around, to move the zipper in back to my hip, and pick out the zipper pull
with my nails.  Then follow her's down.  Slowly, kind of teasing, but I
wonder if her panties match the small lemon yellow bra.  32 A?  I think,
she said, and her waist pops out.  From the waitt band, but she bent down
to slip it off, over her hips, and down her legs.

   Oriental body, I'm not really in the habit of looking at girls.  There
were some, in high school, and while I set it up more like a college girl's
room.  A college girl who listens to Warrant, and Poison, instead of the
New Kids on the Block and Nsync, but they put us together, the RA, no. 
Wait, she said High School, right?

   Doesn't matter, we don't have to imagine the exact same thing, but it's
weird.  Thinking about a Korean girl listening to Whitesnake, but I never
imagined her being Bisexual, or anyone, and I should.  Probably, think
about.  That.

   I can play a bisexual girl, you know that's another top 40 fantasy for
guys?  Bisexual girls, and while I want to be a legitimate journalist, or
at least advice columnist for, I don't know.  Maybe Playboy, a sex
magazine, or whatever, but this is easy.  Enough, I just have to follow her
lead, which is weird that I never thought about that, either.

   But you know?  Now that I do, I remember most of my boyfriends followed
my lead, now that I do, think about it.  "Huh!"

   "You ever play sisters?"

   "Huh?" I shake it out of my head.

   "Well, like.  You know, as a role play."

   "Yeah, actually I did.  With my boyfriend?" Well, "Fiancee."

   "Yeah, huh!" The cross dresser, "So, I was thinking.  If we were
sisters, it would be, kinda the same?"

   "As the mirror."

   "Yeah, only you'd be older.  The big sister, and.  Then it would be
like. You know, the same.  I'd be white like you, being sisters, and all,
only you could pretend to be Oriental."

   "Yeah," makes sense.  "I can do that."

   "So yeah, you come home, and find me, masturbating?"

   "Yeah," I go out.  Look back from the door, "In the top drawer.  Left
corner?" She pulled it out, "Yeah, I keep my vibe in there."

   "Oh!" she pulled it out.

   "Yeah, why don't you give it a try." I pulled the door.

   "Huh!" I told myself, "I can do this..."

   ;

   {This is (An attempt at) a Scenario.  While I can write out the sex
scenes, IME it's generally better to let the couples figure it out.  That,
and honestly it's such an Erotic Fantasies 101 scenario, if you can't
imagine a young nerdy white woman pretending to be (Adopted, or step-)
sisters with an Oriental girl, or catching her room-mate looking at her
porn, and playing with her vibrator, do a quick search.  Hell, do an Image
search for White Asian Interracial Lesbian, and Vibrator.  Rule #34, no
exceptions, but it's not exactly Exceptional.  It's been done, trust me on
that.  As a producer of Erotica on the Internet.  I already did the
Research, to see what's already been done.}

   ;

   JiNa@PopularComputing.Com (FF Fant Role Play NS.  Talk Porn Nerd.)

   "Huh!" she got up, "Just isn't working for me." Turned off the vibe,
"You satisfied?"

   "Huh!  Yeah.  Let me catch my breath." 3 is probably enough, for a break
anyways.  "What's wrong?" She just dropped it in the sink.  To clean later,
and rinsed off her hands.

   "Well for one," she grabbed the towel, "I'm not bisexual.  It's okay,
you're attractive enough, you're just.  You know, a girl and all."

   "Yeah," I know.  "Huh?"

   "Another thing," she sat on the other bed, "Is the sister thing.  Or
room-mate, best friends, whatever.  Why, I usually do Strangers.  As roles,
because then I don't get distracted," she made loopy twirls beside her
ears, "Thinking about background, and.  Stuff."

   "Uh huh?" Naked, and did I mention a banging body?  Yeah, she's got one.
"I guess it's hard to imagine with the Oriental thing."

   "Oh yeah, and you prefer Oriental?"

   "Yeah," I thought about it, "Like, I said that Asian isn't specific
enough, but like.  The Orient is China, Korea, Japan, and like.  South East
Asia?  Like they called it the far-east, but that's east of Europe."

   "Yeah, we're like, far east of Korea."

   "Right?" Exactly, "Same ocean, but on the wrong side."

   "See, this helps a lot."

   "How'sat?"

   "Um, like.  You know, with the whole stranger thing?  Okay, like I can
play a stranger with my fiancee."

   "Oh, you're engaged?"

   No ring.  "Yeah, since November?  So anyway, it's not reverse
compatible. So, I can't really play friends with a relative stranger." She
held out her hand to indicate me.

   "Oh," I get it, "Yeah, so you just have to get to know me better."

   "Right?  So, how about we start with friends, and work our way up to
playing sisters?"

   "Or room mates?"

   She shook her head, "That's not as hot a fantasy."

   "No, I mean for reals." Looking around, "You say your room mate moved
out, but what's the rent on this place?"

   "$15 hundred?"

   "Right, and it's close." To work, "Or less of a commute, anyways.  So, I
need to get out of my family's house."

   "Yeah." She nodded.

   "And we can split the rent, and get to know eachother."

   "Yeah!  But first, I got to as you about, a couple things."

   "What'sat?"

   "Well, how do you feel about pornography?"

   "I love it?"

   "Really?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, good.  Cause, we kind of make it."

   "You're a porn star!?"

   "No," she thought, "Not really.  Um, well I guess Star is overstating
it, we do mostly Amateur stuff, but I'd have to say he's the star, really."

   "Your fiancee."

   "Yeah, cause crossdressing is like Fetish.  There's like a million girls
out there, but you ever search it online?"

   "Yeah!?" Like all the time?

   "Yeah so, like.  You know, if anyone searches for a TV story, well they
care more about that then the woman he's with."

   "Oh," maybe, "I guess.  So, you like behind the scenes more."

   "I mostly write the stories," she nodded, "That's really what I'm good
at, but you know guys like pictures and stuff."

   "I don't, really." She shook her head, "Have any idea, what guys like."

   "Oh.  Well, let me tell you.  Most of the guys on my site are like. 
Well, you know, guys with internet connections, so."

   "Nerds."

   "In a word, yeah.  So really, I have to think about them, and what they
want to see, unless they have a specific request."

   "So, it's like role-playing."

   "It is.  They don't want me.  An intern as some rinky-dink magazine,
they want Pamela Anderson.  Or, you know.  Oriental girls."

   "I always wanted to be a porn star."

   "For reals?"

   "Yeah.  And you're hot.  I know, you probably don't think so," from all
that she just said, or really the way she said it, "But yeah.  You are, hot
as hell."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, you got a banging body."

   "You think so?"

   "Yeah, take it from me."

   "So," she thought, "What do you do.  At the Magazine?"

   "You want to braid my hair?" So it will come out wavey, later.  "And I
can do yours, next."

   "Sure," she sat down.

   "Well, I'm a programmer."

   "Inter-network programmer/analyst."

   "Yeah,"

   "Research," she shrugged, "I looked it up, but what'sat.  Do, exactly."

   "Well, you know the AP, Compuserve, and the BBS?"

   "We have a BBS?"

   "Yeah, for the writers?  To do an article on how to set up a BBS, they
set up a BBS, and they can call in for more.  So anyways, the Boards don't
talk directly to the Associated Press, nor Compuserve.  So, we write
emulators, and translation programs, for us to share articles, and like. 
Information, between the networks."

   "Hence Inter-network."

   "Yeah."

   "So, I got that, and the programmer part.  Analyst?"

   "Yeah," shrug back, "I don't know about, just part of the job title."
But this works.  She's right, it helps.  She's so, well like brutally
honest sometimes, but we can't imagine being friends, and it's better to
just be friends.  And room mates, with benefits like doing porn together.
Not like lovers, just like friends, and co-workers in porn, but you know
what?  I'm Asian, can pass for a School girl, not like most guys care about
the differences between Chinese, Japanese, or Korean.

   Which would make me the Star, and straight or not, she can get me off.
Over and over, I don't even need a shower, but I'll get one.  In a minute,
so my hair kinks up good, after I do her hair.  To match, she tied them
off. "Done?"

   "Yeah."

   I turned around, "Turn around," so I can get hers.  Sure enough, it does
feel different.  Thinner, and not still warm from the flat iron, but I
don't know.  Like, maybe a little rougher?  Not as silky, and maybe
thinner. Strands, fibers, "Snh!  What kind of shampoo do you use?"

   "White rain.  You like it?"

   It gave me an excuse to smell her hair, so.  "Yeah."

   "You want to take some pictures?"

   "With you?"

   She shrugged, "Yeah?"

   "Oh yeah!  Maybe after a shower."

   "With me?"

   "If you'd like, that.  I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

   "Oh, no probs." She shrugged again, "I'm not.  Huh!  Uncomfortable with
you, at all.  In fact, this is real nice."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, It feels wonderful."

   "Yeah," me too.  Just feeling her hair, pulls straight, and slip between
my fingers.  Curling half around to switch back and forth, twist around
like 2 interlacing coils.  "Huh!  I love your hair."

   "Why?"

   "It's so beautiful?"

   "Hah!  Never heard that one before."

   "Where's the hair tyes?"

   "On the dresser?" I held that side, and fished one out of the bag.  "Can
you turn, a little?" She nodded, too.  "Hold still." I finger combed it,
back from her bare shoulder, and neck.  "Hm."

   "Hm?"

   "You mind if I kiss you?  You shoulder, or neck?"

   "Nihimin?  No, not at all."

   "Huh!"

   "Relax," I rubbed her shoulders, and breathed on her neck.

   "So," she tried to, "You know how to set up a server, or site?"

   "On a network?" Shake my head, "I thought you said you had a site?"

   "No, I said for my site, when I get one."

   "Oh," that makes sense.  "Yeah?  I've co-wrote articles on it."

   "Written," she nodded, "I worked on one, fact checking, byegones.  So
anyway, I figure I need one, or a production company, but like a.  BBS?"

   "That would work, for the Erotica?"

   "Yeah, that's probably not going to cost as much, like I said we mostly
sell amateur stuff, on other people's systems.  I don't even have a
computer."

   "So you upload at work?"

   "Yeah but.  On break." she shrugs, but is starting to relax.  So, I
kissed her earlobe, and played with the garnet stud in it.  "Hmuh!" Rubbing
her arms, not feeling around front, to grope, and fondle those chest fruit,
but work my way around to it.  As she gets more comfortable.  Straight
girls, she's willing professionally.  That just means more work to do, to
get her in the mood.

   It's a hobby.  'yehah!' breathy, but not too loud in her ear, feeling
down to her elbows, and out her arms.  Brushing her hips with the sides,
and backs of my thumbs, and massaging back on her tight muscular tummy. 
She has abs, I saw them, and honestly got a little jealous of them as well.

   "Huh," she relaxed, "You ready for that shower?" Completely, and looked
back over her shoulder.

   "Yeah," kissed her cheek, and reluctantly let go.  Let her up, but
followed her.  To her bathroom.

   ;

   {Again, I'll leave you to fill in the blanks.  Bisexual Korean girl, and
hesitant white straight nerdy girl with a banging body.  Shower?  Go on,
it's up to me to fill in the blanks, and make it a plausible scenario...

   That's what it's about, or at least I'd try.  To show the reality behind
the fantasy, and leave the latter to you.  So far..}

   ;

   {I'm probably going to write the FFm Crossdressing pseudosaphic gangbang
at some point.  Just to tye it all together, and give you some erotic
satisfaction for reading through all this teasing, but it's on the To Do:
List...

   Moving write along, the following is months later, and flashes back to
boring drama I skipped, for now...  Huh!  I know, write?  Well, sorry, but
now I have to talk about the Risks, and Boundries.  I'm not going to blow
smoke up your but about it being all flowers and kittens without some
warnings.  First, this kind of thing attracts predatory people looking for
a Victim (Natural submissive, or whatever they think of them as) and
possibly use the situation as advantage to attempt Brainwashing,
Co-dependence,

   ;

   Rachael {Isabel Sanford - "Moving on up." (Jefferson's Soundrack)}

   I hummed to myself.  You know that old sit-com, from the 80s?  Well, I'm
movin' on up!  "To the east side," of the bay.  "To a de-lux apartment."
I'd have to work on getting one in the sky.  But it's better then that
dingy old 1 bedroom in San Jose.

   Not a bad neighborhood, but not a real nice one.  This one's near the
waterfront, I'd rather a view overlooking Monetere Bay, but Alameda's not
bad.  Except you got to drive through Oakland, unless you got a boat, but I
could get one.  "Yeah," mybe not like a house boat, but a little party
boat, I can tow with this.

   Squeezing the steering wheel excitedly, just looking back at my stuff,
piled up in the bed out back.  We compromised, he wanted a truck, "Because
sometimes you need a truck." For what?  Why, "I don't know, picking up
boards, or like.  You know, whatever."

   It's funny, the way he throws Cali slang in there, right in the middle
of his cowboy drawl, but Texas.  Well, at the end, but used correctly.

   1983 El Camino.  Dad had the Monte Carlo, which is pretty much the same
thing, only with a back seat, and a trunk instead of a bed out back, but I
have to admit it makes moving easy, and I can probably afford to swing bye
Uhaul for a trailer, if that would make it easier.  Less trips that way,
why I might even save money tolls that way.  Driving from San Hose to
Alameda Island.  Still got the bridges and tunnel, but wouldn't Manhattan
be a little more glamorus?

   "Uh!" I don't know, to commute from Jersey, or Brookland, I sure as hell
don't want to do LA, but as long as I'm telecommuting, I don't have to live
a decent drive from Silicon Valley, and Alameda's cheaper.  Just wish I
could get a house, or penthouse, with a view across the bay, but "Nah,"
better to save up for a boat.

   A hell of a lot easier than the old hatchback, but checking the mirror,
they're keeping up.  They're happy together, so.  "Huh!"

   Think about it, it's a long drive without freeway traffic, but leaving
Militas, a bunch of them got off.

   I'm not, jealous.  That worries me, at first I was a bit surprised even,
but when they hit it off.  Even when they first met I was content to sit
back.  Watch them flirt, and I guess I have to redraw the whole love
triangle, again.  Mentally, better if I could write, but even if I had one
of them drive my truck, with half my life in it, "Well,

   You know," what this cruise needs is one of the doobs I rolled, just for
this purpose, just crack the window.  "Pb, ph.  Nghk!  HuhhhH!" Carefully
hold up the tip in the corner until the wind catches it, and carries it
out.

   Jealousy would be normal, but I'm not, like the other girls, if you know
what I mean.  Of course not, but this is supposed to help me thinks, so. 
"Smwh hih!" Hold it.  "Whhooh!" Think, Rachael.

   "I don't do love." Seen it, and honestly, it looks like a whole lot of
trouble for not much payoff.  "Sex, yeah," but also all the emotional
trauma, and drama, the emotional investment, I really feel all.  Tired,
from that.

   "Uh!" It's a lot of work?  "Oh," I'm down to pinch it in my nails, or
put it out, "So.  Yeah." I put it out.  Just did them, and my toes, one
last time with the kids, but I'm moving on.  They understand, if they're
happy staying back there, in San Joze, and.  We'll see if he gets into
Berkely.  Fashion, I don't know.  He's got a good eye as a photographer,
but he started kind of late for sewing, and fitting.  You know, being a guy
and all.

   Or pornographer, got a good eye for that, probably not that much money
for a crossdressing porn star, but damnit shouldn't I feel something? 
Because, "I'm not."

   Feeling anything, at all for those two.  I mean, before when both of
them pointed at me, and just had sex together for the camera.  Well, I let
that happen, sure I take credit for getting them together, but really he
came by our place, and really, nothing?  That whole time, let me see winter
breack, so January, Febuary, March, and we'll say half of April so.  Three
and a half months, and yeah.  It worked out, but, not like I planned it at
all.

   If I had, maybe I'd get a little, triumphant feeling for, pulling it off
so good, but.  Honestly?  "I don't know." How to feel about that.  I should
feel something, like the dirty thrills we had when it started.  And why
not, it's populart too, so.  "Yeah," I can take credit for that, but it
wasn't excatly challenging.  Making a guy dressed up as a nerd, get it on
with his boss and/or her hot oriental assistant.  Or girlfriend, and
cheerleader, but we did all that.

   "I'm done," that's all, "I just." Can't help thinking I should, feel
anything, about them.  Together.  At all.

   "Oh well," better switch gears, and tink about where everything goes
when we get there.  Got the bed, so, obvious.  Ly, the bedroom, but I guess
I can pile the rest in the living room, for the time being.  So, I can
figure out what I want to do with the other two.  Bedrooms, but I don't
need them, like.  You know, a family gets one, like that.  For kids so they
can have a boy's room, and girls room, but I don't need both.

   I can do one, single beds, and do one side boy's, the other girl's. 
Brother sister, or whatever.  Maybe a co-ed dorm if there was such a thing,
and I have the Master Bedroom, en suite with the bathroom, so I can do all
the mommy daddy play in there, but could I really do a dungeon?

   What I wouldn't know about building a dungeon, but if I haven't already
thought about, what mine would have to have, if I ever had one.  I just
never really had the space, or the luxury of extra income before, so I
never gave it serious thought.

   So, "Yeah," It's starting to slow down, for the airport, I imagine.  I
think I got a paper clip in here, I felt it in my binder, and plucked it
out with my nails.  Put my hands up on the steering wheel, to watch the
road while I bent a roach clip out of it.  Careful, with the brand new
polish, from this afternoon, but I guess the bigger of the two.

   For the dungeon, I mean.  I can probably get 2 beds and a dresser in the
kids' room, but I want as much area as I can, walk around the chair or
whatever.  Maybe a table, or one of those folding massage one.  "Yeah,"
that's padded, but obviously enough for 1 person to lay on.  Careful
lighting it, so it won't run, pulled up to an idling near stop, while I'm
driing, but.  "Hip!" Hold it.  Look around, but, "Heugh!" What the hell,
it's Northern California.  I doubt there's enough car-phones for somebody
to call in my license plate, while they're bored waiting for traffic, and
I'm sure that blue hair over there.  "Hey!" Chuck my head, grinning.  "Want
some?" She looks away, but I just finish my sip, and take my foot off the
break, Idyling up behind this here tractor trailer.

   So, yeah.  "Maybe" a U-haul, and some lumber.  A carpenter, "So what can
I make for you?

   A table, to tie you to?" Yeah, that'll work.

   Make him build the thing, then tye him up, and bitch about it. 
Everything he got wrong, nitpick every detail like a copy editor, and make
him fix it when I'm done fucking him until it's perfect.

   "Huh, yeah." I already have the perfect line.

   "Hey son," Grin, and wink, "You ever been in a porno?"

   Ope, better put that out.

   What guy says no to that?  Yeah, mabe like Momons, but what normal guy's
gonna be like, "No, that's okay.  I don't want to be a porn star."

   Little dicks.  Don't tell them that, but you know what?  I consider
myself a coinessour of porn, and there's something else that they just
don't have out there.  So, just tell them they got a pornstar cock, but if
I'm going to do it for men, and women, then honestly.  Some girls like them
smaller.  It's because men make it, for other men, so I'm sure they all
want to see a big throbbing 8 incher, but really I like something a little
more modest.

   So, I don't have to work at it so long to get on with the fucking.  I'm
a hedonist, I can do anyone, and a lot of things you probably haven't even
tried around the house.  Thing, maybe animals.  Eventually, but people. 
Men or women, are both pretty boring, once you try everything you can do
with men and/or women.  I want something new, and sure I'm not going to
start breaking into the zo, but are there no actually attractive animals?
No, I like horses, but would I fuck one?

   I don't know, but what I do know is there's plenty of men out there that
would pay good money to see pictures of me fucking around with one, and
reading what I wrote about it.  Or another, more attractive woman, I'm not
going to lie to myself.  Fair enough, I don't care that much about how they
look myself, so at least we're even.

   It's more about what people think to me.  What they want to look at, and
read about, but I haven't even started to try it all yet.

   Better get started, but there's my exit, so I better get there first.  I
don't know this drive like the back of my hand, and I don't want to get
lost in Oakland.  If I can avoid it, and the toll bypass.  The traffic's
not that bad, and it'll probably be even better tomorrow...

   ;

   {Psychological Notes.  I can't assume what all you picked up on so I'm
just going to come right out, and say it.  If you're as interested in
looking up psychiatric/profiling terms as stories about interracial couples
pretending to be lesbian siblings, she's a Power Assertive Narcissist.  She
could look it up too, if it wasn't Narcissistic Personality Disorder in the
DSM-III, but she doesn't bother, because subconsciously she doesn't want to
know.  She's only beginning to wonder about one of the glaring symptoms,
because the critical eye is incapable of seeing herself.

   However, she's currently moving along some of the sliding scales that
make up the 14 axes of the Merkaba.  (Which she has looked up by now.)
Toward the Malignant end of Narcissism, in parallel to her gaining
Confidence.  I can't draw you a diagram, in plaintext format, it's
literally a Complex.  And besides, I rather enjoy writing it in erotic
story format.  Just so you know, she's morally capable of anything. 
Murder, rape, necrophilia, cannibalism, but right now she's giving serious
thought to pseudo-sadomasochistic torture.  "Role Play," she calls it.

   Undiagnosed, because if you asked the FBI BAU in the early 90s (About
the time the Silence of the Lambs movie was coming out,) it's a Male
pathology.  Eileen Wournos, Ted Bundy, and Charles Manson are good examples
of a Power Assertive Malignant Narcissists.  (PAMN for short.) Look at
their profile, it stars with "A man in his late 30s, early 40s..."

   In general, but that doesn't mean there aren't aberrations outside the
statistical trend, because sexually motivated serial offenders are
aberrations of the norm.  True Story, watch "Monster." (2003) though that
movie hadn't been made yet, because Eileen Wournos was only recently
aprehended, and it hasn't even hit the News inter-state (Traveled from
Florida to Northern California, still fairly Local) yet.  For hooking, and
killing Johns she picked up from the Turnpike.  Just a slightly different
PAMN, but Rachael (Not her real name) has the potential to be a sexually
motivated serial killer.  Just not the means, yet...}

   ;

   Gerrol (MF...)

   "Hey girl," set down my beer, "Wait up."

   "What's up?" Well, she checked me out.

   So, "Well," grin, and look her over too, "I jus wantet to say, you
lookin mighty fine, this evenin." In them jeans.  Pursed my lips.

   "Meah?" She turned around, "Well, I don't wear them for you."

   "Who you wear them fo?"

   "Me, I bought them, so they're mine."

   "Aight, a'right!  Kk kt kit!" Laugh, "Well, the' work fo me, too."

   "You need a belt."

   "What?"

   "To hold your pants up?  You ain't to broke to afford a belt?" She
chucked her chin, "What, 'sall right to critique a woman walking down the
street, but you can't take fashion advice from a woman?  Whatchu know about
fashion?  She'it!"

   "A right," ain't carrying anyway, "So what 'chupto?"

   "Right now?  Just got off, heading home."

   "Your place then, where that at?"

   "Alameda?" She pointed over the water.

   "What you doin down by the docks, then?" Look around.  "Lookin to
score?" Chucked my head.

   "In a manner of speaking, but not drugs."

   "I ain't no dealer."

   "Never said you is, I just.  Nah, you wouldn't be intrested."

   "If there's money in it, I'm intrested." I ain't a dealer, but I know
someone that knows someone, "You know what I'm sayin'?"

   "Yeah, but.  There ain't no subtle way to go about it, but you ever
worked in pornography?"

   "Nah, why?  You make them movies?"

   "No, mostly just do models.  Through the agency, but I've been known to
find talent for movies.  Now let me just say, we're not talking bout no
hollywood movies here."

   I knew it, "Sex movies," she nasty!

   "Yeh, if you interested."

   "Yeh," play it off, "I might be." Cash money for having sex, maybe get
famous for fucking?  "How much money we talking?"

   "I'm just an agent, and it's not the kind of industry with consistant
wages.  Now, I can't make any promises, but alls I can do is get your name
out there, see who might pick you up, give you a break, but if they do,
then the money would be up to the company."

   "But I ain't got to pay nothing."

   "Not up front.  I got to make money too, you know what I'm saying?"

   "You know that's right!" And a hustler.  A nasty sexy hustler, "This yo
car?"

   "Nyeah?"

   "Nice!" El Camino, "What year?" Nice leather seats, but roll-up windows,
and 2 of them.  Ain't no cracks in it, I seen.

   "86?"

   "Nice!"

   "Thanks."

   {In case you're wondering, yes she is fluent in northern California
African American dialect.  Well enough to write it, much less speak it, to
a black guy, walking along the docks of Oakland.  Why it's so self
depreciatingly race/sexist, it's how she puts herself in someone else's
place, or tries to.  In a self-subconscious crutch to use Sympathy to
compensate for Empathy, she just doesn't think about it.  Consciously, yet.
Also, it's painfully race/sexist, because she's a Narcissist.  It's a
superiority complex, therefore Everyone is inferior.  Regardless of race,
nor gender, she hates other white women too.}

   ;

   Randi (Alias.  Also, MF IR Porn/Pros Fant.)

   "Well," I sat down, "You want to have a seat, thirsty?"

   "Yeh, a little." In my office, could be any kind of office.  Pulled out
the folding chair.

   "There's beers in the fridge, you want to bring me one, too?"

   "Yeah, all right." He wandered out, I waited, tapping my shoe.

   "You git ta drink at work." Screwed off the cap.

   "Yeah."

   "Got some ID on you?"

   He gulped, "Well, I ain't twenny one."

   "But you 18, right?"

   "Yeh, tweny, actuly."

   "Just paperwork, you understand, and I'm gonna have to take some
reference photos." Looked down, at his shorts.  Blue and white checks,
Raiders logo tank-top, black baggy pants, with silver stripes down the
side.

   "Anygang offiliation?"

   "Nah man.  I don't even ride wit those guys." Sniffed his fist.  Or
covered his lie with it, and sniffed his knuckles.

   "Ever exchanged needles, money or drugs for sex?" I held up the
clip-board, turned it around.  "It's a medical question, HIV risks, we have
to ask anyone."

   "Nah, I ain't got the AIDS."

   "No, but the symptoms can take years, as long as a decade to present, so
you could be a carrier if you have engaged in any high risk behavior."

   "Like what?"

   "Intrevaneos drug use, prostitution, sex with IV drug users, or gay
men."

   "Nah, I ain't done nonea dat."

   "All right.  Saves me the cost of an AIDS test, but you'd have to wear a
condom."

   "Aite."

   "So, you're comfortable with that," I added a check, no where in
particular on the margin of the paper I was holding.

   "So, all this legit?"

   "Legal, yes.  So, I don't care what you do, out there.  You're a
hustler, I get it, but I don't want you doing to jeopardize my operation
with anything illegal." Like Prostitution.  If I can get him to do it.  As
far as stuff I haven't tried yet, yeah.  Cross that off my list, if I can.

   "You asked about money, so there's a flat hundred dollars from the
shoot, but then you're entitled to Royalties."

   "Like a reckit."

   Blink, "You mean like an album?"

   "Yeah."

   "Yeah, any money we make from it, you're entitled to an amount.  Like
tax, you tax them for what they make on your intellectual property."

   "What's at?"

   "Your body, your image, your brand." Pick the copy of his liscence off
the printer.  "Uh, for instance, Gerrol Wilson isn't exactly a pornstar
name, so if yo have a street name, or something likeat, we can use it.

   "G.  Dub."

   "We can work on that, oh yeah and any of them prison tattoos?"

   He held up his sleeves, or the ink he would have had on under any. 
"Why?"

   "Same reason as needle sharing."

   "Not in jail, but yeh.  Some them street tattoos, but they all fresh
needles."

   "Okay, no reason to Rush the test, but you can quit with the rubbers if
you pass."

   "A right!" He's had the He Gonna get Laid!  grin on his face, before we
even made it to the car, but he caught me looking.  Said something, checked
me out, and I don't know what I'm doing, but if I don't I'll just wonder
what it's like instead of knowing, and I should at least get a good story
out of it.

   I picked up the camera.  "You mind removing your top?" Nah.  Ta tall! 
"Mh!" I nodded, "Phfeel free to pose or flex, if you want to."

   "Yeah, all right!"

   Just wind, and shoot.

   "Huh!" Now I probably got that She's Gonna get Laid grin on my face,
"Stand up?"

   "Yeh?"

   "Yeah." Bite my lip again.  "You work out."

   "Yeah, a little."

   "Can you dance?"

   "Yeh, a little."

   "Maybe later." I didn't even look down, just left a dead stick check
mark somewhere on the paper.

   "Sit hot in here?" He looked around, chucked his head at the thermostat,
"Arizit just me?"

   "No, it's not you at all." I left my jacket on the back of the chair.

   ;

   Merkaba (System)

   They came bye.  For D&D, I thought I'd give it a shot.  My girlfriend,
runs a game, "Dice and Dossiers" (r) she calls it.

   So first, she made me a character sheet, before they got there.
[Race: White Girl]
"Why she a white girl?" She looked up from drawing.  A white girl, I can

only assume this one.

   "Huh!  This is cyberpunk, but still ultimately a Fantasy.  You don't
want to play a Nigga from Oakland, so I'm starting you off at the same
basic social level, only from a different perspective."
[Sex: Bi.]

   "She bisexual?"

   "Yeah, if you don't mind playing a bisexual white girl."

   "Nah," all right, "I'll tryit."
[Age: 18]

   "So, dey can have sex, in the game."

   "Huh!" she rolled her eyes, and put down the mechanical pencil.  "Yeah.
Actually, that goes into the background, all the worldbuilding I did on the
setting: Violence is illegal, to try and curb the after affects of the
Atrocity Wars, and all this military tech showing up on the streets.  Now;"

   "What kinda tech?"
[Tech: ]
"Well, that's up to you," so she left that blank, "There's no magic in
this, because that's a bit of a wildcard.  It can do anything, so instead
everyone has a technical skill, or trade that makes them valuable to the
group.  Otherwise, she wouldn't have been hired, Cybernetics, Weapons,

Vehicles, Computer Networks, or like.  You know." Shrugs, "Whatever."

   "All right?" I'll think about it.  "I know a little about cars."

   "Good, so we could use a driver/auto-tech.  Frinstance."

   "Yeah," [Tech: Cars] "What's all dis.  [PP: PS: PC; ]?" I read.

   "That's all stats, Physical Power, that's like Strength.  Physical Speed
is how fast you move.  It also determines how quickly you can react. 
Physical Capacity is like Endurance, Fatigue.  How long you can run, and
also determines your Pain Tolerance."

   "An' [MP: ]?"

   "Mental Power..." What?  A brother can't play D&D?  We'll see about
that!

   "Yeah, I got it."

   "So yeah.  I'll start you out at Plus 5.  Any of those you want above
average, just put a +1, 2, or 3 next to it.  You can go up to +5 on any of
them, but then you have to take penalties."

   "Like what?" Frown my brow at her.

   "Just take off from one of the other attributes, like -1 Mental Strength
for +1 to Physical Speed."

   "Nah, I'ma right?" So, +5 then.

   For a white girl, I ain't gonna be real strong.  So, put it in Speed. 
"What the difference Between Physical speed, and Mental?" Agin?

   "Well, you can't react to something faster then you move, or move faster
then you react, so you want them to be about equal, or you'll be jumpy, or
unable to react in time."

   So, [PS: +2] and [MS: +2] which leave +1 for MP: ?  "What's Mental
Power, and Capacity for?"

   "Mental power is like Willpower, while Capacity determines how much you
can learn, and Memory."
[MP: +1] "So, like a computer."
"Well, yeah.  Our human minds set up our manmade computors to think for
us.  So, they think like us, so we can program them.  If we made, Alien AI,
we wouldn't be able to control them, nor even understand what they're

thinking, really."

   "Oh," yeah.  Probably good I do Cars then.  Instead of computers.  "What
dis, [Background:] fo?"

   "Just write a story about where's she's from, any important things that
happened to her, experiences that might have affected," still ain't sure
what the difference between effect, and affect is.  "Her personality, and
lifestyle."

   "She rich."

   "Yeah, like.  I can't start you out too wealthy, to be fair to the other
players, but she can start out from a middle class family.  Like, Treasure
Island,"

   "Or Alameda?"

   "Yeah."

   Looking around, I can imagine.  She ain't married, don't want kids, and
I don't need the hassle, neither.  But she got a guest room.  Like a kids
room, or college dorm, a couple beds anyways.  Stack them up like bunk-beds
if we have to, and an office, but we in the dining area.  In the kitchen,
but it right there with a big table, and she live by herself, but invite
friends over.  To play games with, I just never tried it with papers, and
dice yet.

   She say it good practice, for acting, and playing roles like that.  Not
acting like somebody, but thinking like them.  That what I learning, get
the character in yo head, and say what they do, in sucha such situation, or
whatever.  This a good way to learn.

   "Of course." She nodded, and hung up the phone.  To me: "So yeah."
Turning her head sideways to look at the paper, "You can start with a
Vehicle Control Mount."

   "Wha'zat?"

   "Under Cybernetics?  It's a direct connection to the vehicle.  Wires you
mind straight into the onoard computer, so you can control it as an
extention of your body?"

   Yeah.  "What kinda car can she get?  I was thinkin'."

   "Good," she wink, "That's the idea."

   "Well, she brought up, like.  She don't got to work, she got saving, fo
college, but she don't want that."

   "What?"

   "That, fantasy her momma and daddy." Write down [Family together] "Uh,
like.  You know?"

   "Her mom and dad wanted her to be?  Yeah," she nodded, "I know." Rolled
her eyes.

   "Yeah, so like dat.  Instead, she wanted to boost cars, and run around
wit gangsta.  Get in a chop shop, and joyriding fo thrills."

   "That'll work," she took the paper, and turned around.  "Go on," started
writing in the [Background:

   ...

   {For the purposes of this story, Cyberpunk is distopic fiction (Or
Roleplay) in a near future setting, where cybernetics blurs the distinction
between Fantasy (Cyberspace) and Reality (Whatever that is.)}

   ;

   Kelly Nightshade {Ice T - "Midnight" (OG: Original Gangster.)}

   So, I ran for South Central.  To lose the cops, taking the freeways is a
losing proposition, traffic, people who don't know how to handle a high
speed pursuit, with a chance of gunfire.

   Feign for the Passing lane, juke back right for the exit, crossing the
triangle of lines in front of the water barrels, and track straight.  Down
the exit ramp, check the frontage road over the guard rail.  Dead, nobody
coming up on the light, 'cept cars running up and down under the overpass,
ahead.  Perpendicular, street level, check my speed, and the the
approaching end of the medium.

   KRUNK!

   Downshift, and feel the back wheels turn lose, sideways, hold the brake
release with my thumb, snapping the paddle shifter in neutral, drop the
hhandle, and the gas pedal.  Cut back up against traffic, if there was any,
behind the AM/PM, dumpsters, swerve for the ramp, and catch some curb on
the tire behind me.
[Roll: 13.  Plus 3, "Sixteen?"]

   Slide sideways back into the opposite curb.

   Cut the engine, lights, grab my deck, and Bounce.

   It's hot, the plate got to be whizzing all over they airwaves, and they
ain't running lights, and sirens into this neighbohood.  Damage?

   That driver side rear rim don't look good.

   Head for the alley, check my steel, and put my hood up.  White girl in
this 'hood, looking for another boost.  Or a way out, like anyone else, but
they' coming back around.  Under the overpass, better make myself scarce.

   Check my watch.

   "It's almost Midnight."

   School night.  My folks had any idea how close I came.  To winding up
dead in the proverbial ditch, rolling that Mazerati.

   It'll get stripped, down to that busted rim by morning.

   There's a bucket, but "Fuckit," it'll have to do.

   Got to get home, before 6 in the morning.
6:30 if I skip the shower.

   ;
   {2BC...}