A Quiet Life in Baltimore Turns into a Wild Ride in Las Vegas This is my first attempt at writing any kind of story. That being said i know there will be mistakes and i apologize in advance. I tried to catch all the spelling and grammer errors but im sure i missed a few. I know this is for the most part an erotic stories site and that this chapter doesnt really have any. Rest assured that there will be plenty in future chapter if i get a favorable response. I appreciate constructive criticism so please feel free to let me know what your think. Prologue Let me start by saying that I had always been a quiet person. I was always more likely to sit back and watch people have fun and act like idiots. I liked the way I was; I was happy and comfortable, at least mostly. It made me feel safe being on the outside. I guess getting adopted into in a large family as a middle child just outside of Baltimore MD might have had something to do with it. No one really knows where I came from. According to the orphanage’s records I just showed up on their doorstep with no memory as to who I was or wear I was from. As best they can tell I was about fourteen at the time. The only thing I had with me at the time is what I’m told is an onyx armband shot through with jade that I still can’t get off my left arm. Growing up with seven brothers and three sisters was an experience to say the least. Constant fighting and arguing amongst ourselves but if an outsider hurt one of us they had to watch out for the rest. My main problem was boredom. There is almost nothing to do in Baltimore especially for a night owl like myself. All night life shuts down at 2A.M. There is nothing. …and then things took a turn
