So they ended up having a little argument and we thought it was best if she just stayed with me the next 2 nights before they go home. Find by me. So ... ended up giving up my shift for the night and we were either fucking, drinking, or both. Later that night we went to a friend's place and he lived on the beach and his townhouse was on stilts and she said she wanted to give me a blowjob under the house, so we went under their and she started to take my shorts off and rubbing my chest while. " She had no reason..." You see, that's where you really got lost," Allison said, cutting her off before she could go farther. "She did have a reason. Just not one you understood. Tell the truth, Sha', what was your first thought when you heard she slapped him?" I don't know, I mean I guess I..." Wanted to pull her hair out?" Allison finished for her. "And before that you were so convinced that they were making out, and they were, but not for the reason you expected. You were just convinced. That we've been appearing on stage in the nude and having live lesbian sex in front of our fans. That we're in the same tradition of scandalous and outrageous rock groups as the Sex Pistols, the Slits and Throbbing Gristle. And, what's worse, the only gig any of them report is the one at the Purple Robe in Detroit. There's a small photo of us in the Sun but it's difficult to tell what's going on because it's obscured by so many black rectangles. There's nothing about our gig at Boston. Nothing. From inside, there was the sound of a woman who was obviously singing while wearing headphones. Mike was giggling, although I couldn’t be sure if it was due to the cacophony in the office or my reaction to the woman’s singing. ‘She actually sings beautifully, but you know how it is when someone sings with headphones. Come on, let’s go inside.’ We stood inside the doorway and gazed upon the woman at the computer. Mike ushered me in, and we stood there and waited for the woman to acknowledge our.