I was looking forward to a little TV with a beer and a bucket of chicken. Even though I was filthy rich, and traveled around the globe whenever I felt...like it, I still liked my own little vices. I call them my own little blue-collar tastes. Several days passed with no excitement. I finally remembered while I was talking on the phone to a friend that I had forgotten to unpack my suitcase. I was telling her about the shack with all the boxes inside when I realized I had bought one! My friend was. Flying about the city, he watched in amazement as it seemed like everyone out in the streets began swarming in one direction, like ants all racing to their queen.“Abaddon, what the hell are you doing?!” he muttered as he doubled his speed.There were well over two hundred people now fighting in this street alone, granting Abaddon enough anger and pain to spawn at least fifteen Gargoyles. The protestors, the police, and the rioters continued to battle, completely ignorant of what was happening. I walked over to the pool and looked in at her, could not see below her shoulders as the spa pump was running blowing a lot of bubbles. “ Got any beers” she said. “ Yep I’ll go to the office, lock up and join you for a beer or two. Put the night lights on but then the lights over the pool will go out”I returned to the pool carrying a six pack of cold beer. Took off my shirt, thongs and shorts and started to get into the pool. “ Come on, all the way , I’m skinny dipping.” As she stood up. She didn’t talk even a single word after coming out of the cinema hall. Later that night I got a message from her.Bindu: Did you like what you did today?Me: (I was fucking Sharu in the kitchen and her husband watching TV in the hall) What did I do?B: You fingered me in a public place.Me: You should thank god that I just fingered you.B: Then what else you had in mind?Me: I wanted to fuck you and make others in the hall fuck you!B: You think I am a slut?Me: Who knows? In the first meeting only.