“May I take your coat Cap'n?” asked an older Negro woman with her arm extended into my direction. Her eyes were glistening when I looked into them. Her skin was wrinkled like an old piece of leather that wasn’t taken care of. I pointed to myself asking if she was speaking to me. She smiled back and nodded. “May I take your coat?” she asked again sweetly. Her arm still extended, I took off my coat and laid it on her arm. I had forgotten to remove the money from my pocket. I wanted to ask her for my coat back to do so, but thought that she might take offense to my request, and left it on her arm. The coat was given to me when I joined the army, a green color. To be honest, I didn’t like that coat much; it felt quite picky on my skin and left me with a rash under my arms when I would sweat in it. The lady as she turned away and left into another room with my coat, along with other coats, in hand.

This was the first time I had ever been in any such place before. It was not as I would have imagined it to be. Where were all the naked woman, flaunting themselves? All the girls throwing themselves at me? I wondered to myself, not knowing what was going to happen one minute to the next. I found myself quite bored, something I used to think impossible considering the place I was in. I expected to be titillated at every turn, aroused with every glance. I thought I wouldn’t be able to open my eyes without lusting for what I saw before me. What I saw, instead, was a room full of anxious men and a scary looking albino giant.

I could feel the eyes of the albino, that greeted me when I came in, staring me down. I glanced over at him, but quickly looked away, not wanting him to see that I knew he was looking at me. I called him Goliath with the other guys, because he was enormously tall probably around seven and a half feet. His hair was white and his skin was quite pale like he had been dipped into bleach

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Cap'n” Negro, Timothy Finley’s, Caleb Timmermans, arm extended, naked woman,