JuliusPopo
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He was a boy. Born of two hardworking, law abiding, good people. He was raised well, with a large loving family.
Time moves forward.
He is found to be smarter than most but his focus was not set so he was labeled troublesome.
He is not athletic.
Time moves forward.
He is a young man but is not good with young women. This does not bother him.
He tries to be athletic and is rewarded a broken collarbone.
Time moves forward to the first major event, the completion of fundamental learning; a choice is made.
Sitting on the bus he reflects on the past 18 years.
He followed the rules sacrificed the fun as he was told. He had some things withheld from him for various reasons. Some for his on good like a car (to this very day he is happy for this) and some because he simply didn't pursue.
He would learn the ways of war for a short time, a time that was unlike any he had ever know and it was then that he would decide that he would become elite.
Time moves forward.
School again, he is frustrated and wild, he finds himself in constant conflict with the rules and authority. This was not the strict precision that he had fell in love with this was something less.
He was punished and made to begin again.
Her
She was small, exotic, older than him, and from a place he had never been. He was astounded, he was foolish, he did not know. He met her one day as he sat watching TV, she said, "Hi". His mind exploded, thoughts of her in slow motion twirling and dancing in his mind. He replied, "me"? She smiled at him, with time he would know that smile to mean, "awww, that's so sweet" but for now he knew not.
Their talk would be short lived as her entourage would enter and take her off into the night.
Time moves forward.
He learns her name, she learns his and they become friends. He learns the names of her entourage and the learn his. If it wasn't for her he would have been one of them but not for the last time his heart outsizes his common sense. His preconceived notions outweigh what is clearly in front of him.
Time moves forward
It is a standard Saturday night, hotel doors open drinking and that unmistakable smell in the air, he would leave both alone. She told him they would all be partying in room 234 and that he should stop by. He knocked on the door nervous but not sure why he is ushered in to a sight he had not expected.
Her, naked, on all fours with a man inside her mouth and pussy, with her entourage standing around waiting for their turn.
He was crushed.
When offered a turn he said he was good and left.
They never spoke of it, they remained friends and for some reason he still thought something would change as he didn't understand that her behavior wasn't wrong, he was simply ignorant to the world.
Time moves Forward
8 hours is a long plane ride, a lot of time to contemplate mistakes but he would sleep instead and dream of becoming elite.
Work done he looked out the window at Germany and thought, "what now"? Just then his door burst open and two guys he'd played the occasional playstation round with said, "Hey we thought that was you c'mon we're going out". They had been in Germany for a month already as his paperwork was lost. They took him to the festival that was going on downtown and being the middle of the short summer the very short skirts were out. Hard to concentrate was an understatement. From here it was a bit of a blur as every five minutes Hawaii was handing him a drink and DP was introducing him to some girl none of them knew. Night was falling and Frankfurt was magical, the 18 year old metabolism is an amazing thing as he found himself feeling incredibly great, he would later learn this was called a buzz. The strip club was like no place he had ever been and with Hawaii paying for everything and shuffling him off to private dances with 2 and 3 girls at a time happy wasn’t even the word. “Come on” Hawaii beckoned we went back upstairs to the street and went into a huge six story building. Hawaii said, “Pick whatever you want, it’s on me… stay away from the 6th floor”. I looked at him confused as he went to the ATM on the wall. We went t a spiral staircase up to the first real floor. And it all made sense. Time moves forward. Her She lived in the room down the hall from him. She was beautiful in that classic kind of way, like a 60s Bond girl. But she was always with the guy from down the hall. He had grown in size and athletic ability since his past days and as such suffered very little ridicule for his social shortcomings plus he was a great person, nice a good listener, funny and loyal. So when she came to him crying there was no surprise when he was there to listen. To be continued…
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