All I could think about was them dancing all over my body. His name was Ashani, he went by Ash for short. By the end of the night and after more danci...g I was so horny that I could have thrown him on the stage and fucked him right there at the lead singers feet. But I didn't need to go to jail tonight. A crazy thought popped in to my head; I should invite Ash over for some late night coffee. As he was driving to my place the antipation of what I wanted to do to him was just about to kill me. . period, but I didn’t ask her. By Friday night she was more cheerful and she went out with a couple of her girlfriends from school. She hadn’t told me her big secret, but maybe it wasn’t that important after all. On second thoughts, her boyfriend, Ray, hadn’t been around all week either. That was a good thing. I didn’t think much of Ray. Maybe they’d broken up! You can always hope!It was Saturday night, Mum and Dad had gone out with Uncle Stan and Aunty Janice. It was Uncle Stan and Aunty. I've been thinking about it all week."Jerry gets his pants back on and takes one last look at the heavy fucking still going on the bed. As they walk into the other room, it takes a while for their eyes to adjust to the brighter lights. Most of the guys have left. As they pass the empty poker table, Norm catches up with them."I just wanted to thank you guys again for making my night." He puts his arms around Jerry from behind. "I'm sure glad I met you, Jerry, I hope we get to meet again. The Gatti's lived closer to the Spanish border than Carcassonne so I flew to Perpignan. I don't think the arrivals hall at that airport had seen many demonstrations of unalloyed joy as happened that afternoon when the Ryanair flight had disgorged its passengers into the searing heat of the Midi. Walking out of the air-conditioned arrivals lounge was like walking into a wall of heat. I knew that my case had far too many clothes in it!We sat in the back seat together and I could hardly get a word.