So we get there and there’s this set up out in a parking lot where they’ve got a projection screen set up and a bunch of chairs. Nobody is sitting...there in the chairs, so I don’t really pay too much attention. What I did pay attention to, is that this wild “porno party” was actually just 40 dudes standing around drinking, staring at 4 fairly homely looking chicks.Ooh… I have a feeling this one might suck.Whatever, I figure I’m here with some of my best friends, and even if nothing fucked up. "You stupid cunt! You're going away with Brad, aren't you?"I wasn't sure whether to deny it or not, so I hesitated."Just as I thought. Don't you know that he's married?"I picked up her gauntlet and threw it back at her."Of course I do. So what?" Married men are useless to you, that's what." Nancy, are you saying that all men are useless?" To me they are, but that's not the point. I don't give a shit who you want to fuck. If you like cock, great, go both ways for all I care, but not with that. It will only take a few minutes, but you have to keep an open mind, okay?" Okay sweetheart, what is it?" she asked.I handed her the story of "The Fishing Trip" that I had printed off. She reached over and turned the lamp a little brighter and then stopped and took her glasses out of her purse. Then she started reading."Oh my god," she said, "Where did you get this?"I told her. Then I told her that I had remembered the story she told me once about how her and dad got caught in the rain on a. At the far end of the room were more soaring book cases, and a heavy oak desk that was almost large enough for a small child to sleep on. There were also several tables for research. The back wall was hung with velvet drapes that blocked any and all light from the French doors that lead out to a balcony. Sipping now and again from the snifter, and turning the pages one-handed, using his strikingly long crimson nails to flick the pages, he heard the distant pounding on his front door. He never.