(Advances towards nearest female audience member, holds out hands, cupped, to her) She came upon me smiling, cradled my heart in her hands. In her tw...n palms she held all of me. (Backs away) Everything I am, ever was, and ever shall become at her fingertips. (Stops, looks down at hands, then screws up face in anger and rips them away and back) Then with one violent yank, my heart sprang free, still beating from my chest, (gestures with cupped hands toward audience) this vile vessel that dared. Max is 53 years old and works in some sort of legal department firm, I didn't ask. I also knew he was in a band or at least he knew somebody in one. He stood an easy six foot and his balding salt and pepper hair was neatly slicked back. He was over weight but not huge. He greeted me in a mellow shy way and I got the key to the private room. As we walked in I told him that the place was great. The worker guy turned on the light, the tub, and closed the door as he left. Max walked over to the. Let’s see.’ Flipping the phone open, Linda’s smile faded and she finally read the message to Tammy, ‘Palace hotel. May be Bob Nunn. Be careful.’ Looking up Linda asked, ‘Do you know, Bob Nunn?’ ‘Yes. I got his job courtesy of, Michael.’ ‘The Palace Hotel is an exclusive five star hotel here in San Francisco. Why would he be here and why would, Michael, urge caution.’ ‘Well, we haven’t been paying much attention to the news, but the last time I saw Bob, he was literally being dragged out of our. ” “Well which ones do you like?” I could tell Brian was easing up a little. That was my plan, to get him comfortable with the situation he was now in. “I like the silk ones, they feel good when I use them.” “You mean when you jerk off with them.” “Yes.” “Are mine the only ones you use?” “I have used Sandy’s.” I had to think who Sandy was and Brian saw that I was trying to figure it out and he filled me in. “Mark’s sister.” Mark was his best friend and also a nerd. I vaguely remember something.