A string of some kind, anyway. Stringed instrument, I mean. Ugh. Words are hard even in my mind. I can hear water boiling, and what seem very much lik... the sounds of pleasure – a supposition supported by the smell of sex. My vision is clearing, and I can see figures which are clearly people. I try to stand, but my sense of equilibrium is compromised.Oh. It’s a party. Obviously. Those lights are lava lamps and string lights. The haze is smoke. The boiling sound is a bong. I smell the air again.. "I want to start having children," she told her husband one night at dinner at an expensive restaurant. Her dark skin set off the snow white spandex mini tube dress she was wearing. She displayed lots of cleavage and leg. She had her legs crossed allowing her dress to ride up to show the lace of her upper thigh high stockings. Some men wondered if she wore any panties. Her five inch heels made her legs stand out when she stood or walked.Her hair, makeup, manicure with long red nails, and loads. It was a warm summer afternoon. He had just finished playing with his friends on his return from the local Catholic school. Climbing the stairs to the small apartment he lives in with his mother, he heard a male voice talking to her.This was not usual because him mother often plied her trade in the small apartment. He had learned to wait in the small kitchen until she was done. It never took long. His mother was not a pretty woman and the men just wanted a quick release. This time it was. The new security uniforms are now tight shirts and shorts with a boxer like hole in the front and snap-off bottoms."So how was your weekend Tom?" Jason asks nonchalantly."It was ok, my bro and I visited my pops." Tom says letting a moan escape from his lips. "Ever since mom died two years ago he's been lonely, my bro and I came to cheer him up and now he has a lot of friends." Tom winks."That's good, hope to see him at the company's 'friends and family orgy'." Jason said truthfully. "Ok, see.