‘I couldn’t leave without fixing you some breakfast. I’ve got you some cornflakes and bacons, though I hope you like you eggs scrambled.’ He b...ought the tray with meal to the bed and Shanice sat before him, crossing her legs like a prim school girl and feeding her eyes on the little growth of hair that littered his chest. Eric picked up a fork and started feeding her bits of scrambled eggs and bacons. The cluster of butterflies were alive and fluttering once more in her stomach—was it love or. They lyrics were quite good as well, dealing with how various people — women, managers, record company executives — tried to control Matt and how he refused to be controlled. It was a more mature version of a typical Matt Tisdale tune and Jake was already thinking that it might just be the title cut of the next album.They worked on it for almost three hours without a break, refining the rhythm, finding ways to insert the piano and Jake's backing guitar, learning the lyrics and composing when. .get in his way and you got hurt."Thanks Art!" I had to say to him, I was really happy that we knewpeople like him that stood up for others around them."It's nothing, besides you are going to find out the more time youspend in LA, that San Fran might be known for Gay pride, but LA isknown for protecting it's mutants and protects them very well. Heckeven the vaunted MCO takes a backseat to the LAPD or country sheriffsaround here!" he said to me.Art smiled over to me emphasizing his last words. She knew I was imagining her being fucked. I knew she knew what I was thinking.We walked up to the front door of the house. I rang the doorbell. A boy of about fourteen answered and let us in. The five of us walked into a big living room that was full of men. The men all stood. A rough looking man, Frank, the owner of the farm, walked up and shook my hand. “Thanks for doing this,” he said with a smile.“No problem,” I responded. I introduced Annie to him, leaving my arm over her.