The people, music and alcohol consumption rolled into one is an atmosphere I thrive on. One of my favourite festivals as yet began on the 24 th August...2011. Now, if we’re being picky, this whole thing began with an idea. I was sitting on the train with a group of my friends on our way to Reading and realised that I was the only single one in my group. I began to think about that one awful time I had sex, was it all really like that? I guessed it wasn’t when looking at how loved up my friends. I searched myself for emotion, I found none. The song ‘I Will Always Love You’ swelled from the ward’s stereo. It might have added emotional effect if it hadn’t have been so loud. The light outside the dead man’s door flickered, and I knew I had to call maintenance about it. The nurses gathered outside the glass and gaucked at the dead body. Many traveled back to their stations, and told a story of their battle against death. They all tried hard to save his life when they tell their stories. . The room went dark, my time was up, I pulled my dick out of his mouth, grabbed some more money and fought with the machine to take it, when I finally got it working again I saw his dick was poking through the hole. It was a cut dick, looked bigger and thicker than mine, he too had pre-cum on his. I had never touched another mans private before and I honestly hesitated, so I clicked on a gay scene, took a deep breath and grabbed his cock, that’s when he pushed it all the way through, it was at. Too much. Too much. Too soon...” and she rolled sideways.“Oh god, this is ALL my fault ... I teased you...” she cried. Cried. As in ‘tears’.She’d been the one to stop and now I had no idea as to what to do about it. I couldn’t let her blame herself, but how did I comfort her? My options – leave her to herself, letting her assign blame to HER actions, or just try and comfort her? I chose the second option, gently, almost tentatively putting my arms around her, just holding her as she sobbed.“I’m.