P., showed on the stage to set up. The vibes they got were not good Kylie could tell, and she almost smiled with happiness. The main act was pissed b...cause the Posse had proven to be a hard act to follow.Once their equipment was safely tucked away, they all sat at a table to the left of the stage to wind down. Kylie stuck to tomato juice, and to her surprise the Posse avoided even beer."Listen you guys, don't do this for me. I have no problems with you drinking a beer or two."Janet shook her. When she was younger, he would pinch her cheek and call her pumpkin. As she got older, his smiles really were just for her, or so she believed. She now vehemently wished they hadn’t been. ‘The three of them were all in the same year at school. The year they were seniors, I was a sophomore. Christmas of that school year, the apartment complex where Andy lived burned to the ground. Novena candles, they think. Andy’s mom died. They didn’t know who his father was, and there were no surviving. “Touch me there, Nish. Stop teasing me further”, I said but still, he didn’t. Instead, he went down again, sat on the bed, lifted my foot, positioned to his mouth and started sucking my toes.A few minutes later, he put some honey on my toes and sucked them further. This was erotica at its best! My moans were the gesture of appreciation for him. I had never ever expected this to happen.“Oh god, Nish, this feels so good,” I said. While he was sucking toes on my right foot, my left foot went near. Should he keep more in touch with world events? Was there a moral obligation to share in the troubles – and it seemed it was mainly troubles which were reported – of the wider world?He wondered that he knew about most of the news items, and remembered that he usually read the newspaper in the pub of an evening. Of course, that was enough, he needed neither radio nor TV to keep abreast of the news.She had taken him out for breakfast on Saturday, and he had to admit he found the noise and bustle.