I was a Ph.D. student at one of the best Schools of Engineering in America, with high IQ of 193. I was also a girl who had been judged as a dead fish in bed by my boyfriend. Attracted by a guy whose picture was posted on a Gay Porn Site, I didn’t know whether I was crazy or not. Driving the car from snowbound Columbus, I went all the way to the south. Only for—learning how to make love.
He was pure black, and she was pure white. A young gang member and an innocent girl. From the moment he meets her, he becomes bound by obsession, a force that threatens to consume him. To possess her completely, and break her wings so she could not leave him was his only goal.
D&M's chief clothing designer, Steven, recruited models throughout the country for his new design, but he did not like their pair of legs. Until he fell in the bathroom, he dreamed of a woman sitting in a bath. He saw the woman’s slender legs draped over the edge of the bathtub, and even saw the woman’s ten toes rolled up playfully. It was not like a dream. This pair of legs perfectly fit his aesthetic taste. But... whose legs were they? Elena lost the game and was at the bottom of her life. She blinked in the bathtub, dreamed of a man wrapped in a towel, slipped in the bathroom and slammed in a crash, inexplicably feeling hurt. The picture was real, not like a dream. She opened her eyes, shyly covered her face, sank into the bubbles in the bathtub, and felt that she was silly. She had lost her game, now she also had a serious illusion.
Carrie, a bright, honest girl with an unrealistic dream to marry a young man who is not only attractive but well off too. One day, when she came across such a man, what he did was out of the ordinary for a wealthy person, he asked her for $3.50 to buy cigarettes.