"I opened the case to see an original Gibson semi-hard body fretless bass. This had to be a custom. I'd never heard of one. I listened to the strings ...nd damn, it was in tune. I was looking around for an amp when Rags pointed to an amp on the side of the room. He said, "Drag it over here and plug in. It should do ya."Watching Lisa as she petted another 335 like her dad's was inspiring. She strummed and began picking a few things as Rags found his sound with a Les Paul. An older guy came up to. Bills story: The reason I know all of this, about the police and the psychologist fucking them is that I paid a visit. I watched from down the street until I saw mama leave for work and that worthless stepfather leave for the bar. Then I slipped around to the back door, took a chance and knocked. Lynette answered. The look on her face was half horror, half joy. Bill, she exclaimed. I put a finger to my lips. Quiet, honey, I said. Is it just you and Stacey at home? She said it was, and. “Thanks, but I don’t need any hook ups or drama, I just divorced and just enjoying the life. I can take care of things before workout so no surprises.” She smiles, “That might help in short term, but really that cock is needing a good fuck from how I see it fighting those shorts.” She reaches for her phone and takes my picture. “Ok let me see if she will be up for a rendezvous with you,” she mutters as she taps on her phone. “Who?” I asked as I try to get a peak of her phone. After a few more. How long I am alone only God knows, buteventually(after how long? It feels like days but how could itbe that long, I have no sense of time in this glowing box) I amjoined by a tall, plain looking nurse who gently sponges thesaliva off my chin and wipes the salty trails of tears from mycheeks. "Where am I?" I ask her. She ignores my questionand continues to clean me. "Why am I here?" I screech, unable to acept hersilence. She says nothing. "Look," I shriek, "If your notgoing to talk to.