Contentious anger flourished inside of Justin, an anger which had accumulated over the years. It stunned him how the human race, with such intelligence, could fall so low.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he found himself being fondled by some woman who seemed to be low on clothes. A faint aroma emanated from her.<span style="font-style: italic">Vodka.</span>Justin knew the scent well.<br/><br/>"I guarantee you, if you fuck me right now, it'll be better than whatever the hell she's doing to him..." She pushed up onto her toes and whispered into his ear after lightly licking his earlobe "for a price..."<br/><br/>For a moment, Justin lost himself. His anger suddenly languished; he found himself gripping the female tightly and her scent seemed to infect his mind. For a moment, he found himself analyzing the woman up and down with impetuous interest. For a moment, he found himself being just like them.<br/><br/>Justin grinned and lean forward close to the woman's face, his mind no longer his, his mind being controlled by a primeval force. This force, which was distinctively known for preying upon males, was dominated by females, this force brought even the best of men to the lowest of heights. He was a puppet. Justin leaned in close, pressing his chest to hers, and gripped her lower back; all the while he leaned his face closer to her make-up ridden face.<br/><br/>Justin leaned in close for a kiss. It did not happen.<br/><br/>His mind clicked again, the dislocated wires met again, his gears turned and he realized what he was doing. In a snit brimming with fury, he released the female roughly and drew his knife. "Listen to me you cretin, if you ever come near me again, I will kill you. Go prey on someone whom gives a damn you she-wolf." With that, Justin turned and briskly walked away....<br/><br/>Justin continued blindly on the street. A street which would eventually lead him to a bar...