” It glowed red in the dark late October Vegas sky. Art climbed the rickety stairs to the second floor where a man took his money before letting him...inside. The old adage applied. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”Just as it had been the first time, the lobby was dark and crowded with men. Small lights illuminated the photos on the walls of the girls that were dancing tonight. Below each photo was the girl’s name and the number of the stage she was dancing on.Art scanned the walls for the. At least now we could turn over at night if we wished without falling out of bed.There was a stand for suitcases and a small vanity or dressing table with a chair and a mirror. The sink and toilet were in a separate area on the same wall as the closet. A small rug near the bed would help keep ones feet warm early in the morning, as would the radiators under the windows in our corner room. There was a large electric ceiling fan for the summer months, and it had four electric lights suspended. I saw him grip her breast, and Mum's hand moving under the cardigan, and I imagined her fondling his cock, and felt a pang of jealousy mixed with excitement.They must have kept it up for almost half an hour — I saw my mother's head moving from side to side as she kissed the boy hungrily, and she took his hand from her breast and dragged it up under her skirt. I was tempted to take my cock out and masturbate — I wouldn't have been the only one, but the others were watching the screen, while I. How fantastically odd. Liquid... he was turning into liquid. It was a pleasant sensation. He sighed and let it come. The chair would no longer contain him. All the bones in his body were gone now. Somehow the fluid managed to retain a resemblance of Boyd Dunston, and clung together in a slushy whole.With no bones to support the oozy mass his body had become, he began to slip from the chair. Like the cartoon cat who is thrown against the fence and flows liquidlike down onto the ground, Boyd felt.