How do I put it all behind me? A lot of my friends didn’t make it back… maybe they were the lucky ones.’ ‘I don’t know.’ He poured a finge...’s worth of bourbon into the glass, swirled it around and drank. ‘God, Papa must have kept that bottle since my high school graduation.’ He survived the evening, mostly friends of his parents and some relatives that were able to come. By ten o’clock, though, he excused himself and went to bed, tired of it all. ‘Time to break on through to the other side….’. He smiled and said, "ain't that the fuckin truth". He told me he was really wanting some relief. He asked me what I did when this shit happened. I told him when I lived in Dallas I would go to one of the arcades and generally someone was giving out blow jobs and some nights several someones. He said you mean dudes? I laughed and said a blow job is still a blow job. He said yep as long as its wet and hot don't matter much. I hoped I had given him enough to ask one more question. I was. Veen could just hear the dull sound of laughter from the women, as the two wriggled in the sack for their spiteful entertainment, and the thin band of elastic gauze which wrapped the faces of the two heads in their singular confinement, made respiration a task in itself; the snorting efforts of the two increasing that vindictive mirth, which decreased in volume as they moved away to indulge in their discussion.Veen’s erection pulsed wildly as he sniffed at the scent of her blonde hair, and felt. There were chains, ropes and sex swings hanging from the walls. Special leather benches, and beds all over the huge room. There were many stocks also in the room, she had seen women locked in them being gangbanged by men in movies. A large group of naked people sat in large leather chairs around a rather large stage. A room off to the side facing the stage had a glass front.front.Marcia seen her looking at the room. "That is two way glass Catherine many people come here just to watch. Maybe.