Niteshifter

Surprising Obligations The bridge was a sight to behold, twelve naval officers sat at stations around the bridge, four on the left and right walls and four in the centre, a panoramic window/view screen encircled most of the exterior wall. The captain stood at the command station just in front of the entrance with his back to us, lieutenant Davies stepped forwards and snapped off a sharp salute, but not the normal hand-to-the-head salute, he clicked his heels together and crossed his hands over his chest. The captain turned, smiling slightly as he saw me. "Thank you Davies, return to your post. Mr. Ezira, I am honoured to meet you at last!"

I want to ask you all a question, all in all it's a very simple question, but firs I want to develop some background to my curiosity. I've spent the majority of my life without meaningful female company, no idea why, and it doesn't matter since that isn't the issue. Now, I've been told I'm a nice guy, and I like to think that's true, kind, caring, considerate, sensitive, affectionate, etc blah blah blah. But still, girls have passed me up for other men, now fine, that's their choice entirely, I don't begrudge them that, and frankly these days I don't care. But I've seen it happen to other guys, my friends sometimes, nice enough blokes, carin

Why am I the way I am? Not that it particularly matters, yet I am curious, and yes, curiosity may have killed the cat, but I am no cat. I am the way I am, no doubt, because of the life I have led thus far, obvious some might say, but what events have led to this unusual, somewhat disturbing individual? Let us go back, I will only regale you with the most interesting moments of my life as nineteen years is a fair old time. First will be a brief telling of my childhood, such as it was. I was a lonely, misbegotten child, I had few friends, and fewer still that I would trust, I had one true friend, whose name I shall not disclose as, quite frank