They had spent so many nights emailing each other outrageous dreams and filthy fantasies. She would dress up totally slutty, pop open a bottle of wine... grab a toy or two, and email him, praying that he would available to play. And yes, she remembered (vaguely) telling him those exact words one tipsy, horny night."Well, now your pimp daddy is gonna give his little KimSlut "Lots and lots of anal", so get ready to have your ass cherry popped." Oh, yes, yes, yes..." Yes what?" Yes sir, please, I'm. If you do well, then we can talk about the deal."Jason remained silent as David walked away. He suddenly turned roundand called out to him, "Try not to look so depressed about it! I have afeeling that you actually might enjoy it."Jason was being greedy, he knew that. He wasn't desperate for money, hewas getting by just fine. But the thought of getting the cash togetherto buy a flat... this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. And a greatchance to fast-track his career. They obviously had loads. The concert was good; obviously nothing like as dramatic as the Pink Floyd one for the Summer Ball, which my sister Jen had so enjoyed, but there was a great atmosphere, and it was much easier to feel part of the performance, rather than just be part of the audience, which had been the case with Pink Floyd. It was also nothing like as loud!From the excited looks on their faces lot of the freshers were clearly experiencing their first ever concert, and I remembered warning Adrian and Sheila. It's no wonder why she didn't tell us, why she didn't want us to worry. We're not in high school anymore."Everyone stares at Klaus blankly but cannot reply or argue against him since they all know he is right. Klaus sighs and messes his hair and rests his head on his arms and looks down onto the floor. Noiselessly he shakes violently and cries. Trish, showing her sympathy, tenderly hugs Klaus and whispers, "Let's look at the album." Haile grabs a box of Kleenex, hands a tissue to Klaus, and she.