He had craving for his dark lips too. He was getting jealous of the many cigarettes that they held between them all the day. But now they held his lip.... It was an endless kiss. The lips were locked for long. Kris didn’t care, nor did Sam to cease. They were thirsting for each other for close to twenty hours. Now only the over voltage current of love could gush through the sealed lips from one soul to another. Kris then kissed all over the face of Sam. Again and again, over and over he kept. Mike turned and stormed out of the van and scathed, "Hope you guys get fucking aids!"Tim yelled after him, "If I was you, I'd be more worried about getting the clap from her eventually!"It was a spiteful roller-coaster of emotions. Hurtful words were exchanged, then a peace treaty seemed to calm the waters, then right back to bitterness. Maybe even irreconcilable hate between the life long buddies! I felt somehow responsible for everything, even fueling the fire towards the end reinforcing. .. Zax ... want it to stop’.‘But ... how?’‘Where it comes from... ?’‘How do I get to it... ?’‘Where am I?’The more he was disturbed, the more brilliant and frequent the glint of effort in his invisible eyes was and the cohesive his thoughts returned to be.It was gradual, but in the void it was hard to determine whether a breath or an eon passed. Eventually, something shone and illuminated the blindness of the void, a speck of light.‘The sixth spark of light!’ The instant he realized a crack. Roland invited us out to a West African club for dinner as a thank you. I was the only white man in the club, the music was very loud, lots of people dancing. Roland hardly spoke to me, he was ignoring me but flirting with Elaine.Elaine and Roland spent a lot of time dancing together; Elaine had come straight from work and was dressed in red business suit with navy high heels and a cream blouse. As they danced I could see Roland’s hand wandering onto her arse.It was clear there was a budding.