I was speechless. She then said that shehad dated the pigs before and they were just that - pigs, and thatshe wanted us to go out as friends. She then...asked that since Ididn't have a car if I could meet her at her work about 5. I said yesand wrote down the address.At 4:45 I walked trough the door of La Femonque it was an expensivebeauty and dress shop downtown. There were only 2 women having theirhair done. Mary walked over, put her arms around me and gave me akiss. Another girl walked by and. Jessica inched back, adjusted a few pillows and propped herself up as Brandi positioned herself between her legs. Brandi reached behind Jessica and untied her top. Brandi then grabbed her top and threw it at the wall, "don't need that". Jessica tried to cover her tits with her hands when Brandi grabbed her by the wrists again and held her arms to the side. "Let me comfort you!", she shouted. As the look on Jessica's face became submissive, Brandi proceeded to rub on her boobs while kissing. All I knew then was that there was ... something ... incomplete ... about the way I was living.And behaving.My parents would never have understood. Or even recognized me. During that time.Sex. And drugs. And rock and roll. There was fighting in the street. I was a street-fightin' man. I was living a songwriter's dream.Marching and getting maced and looking at Hell's Angels dressed up as "security" and crying for the fallen here at home and cursing the fallen across the sea in another world and. She ran her hands thru his hair, down his neck, grabbing his forearms for support. He stood up, pulling her with him and setting her on the edge of the picnic table. He pulled her legs apart and stood between them as he continued to devour her mouth with his. She reached for the hem of his shirt so she could get her hands on his chest. He pulled back from her and yanked it over his head as her eyes widened. Dark hair matted his chest and ran down and disappeared into the waistline of his.