We're not supposed to be drawing attention to ourselves, remember?"He smiled at Dot behind the counter, who grimaced sourly back at him.Vincent wasn't...listening. "Mr Wayne Goodrich," he spat, "said that hisall-girl so-called band already has a guitar tech and is cool for roadcrew for the UK tour. So thanks but no thanks." He looked moodily intohis coffee."Actually," he went on after a short moment's silence, grinning despitehimself, "it's a bit worse than that. Wayne's tearing his hair. I was past asleep, I didn’t know any of these things.When I woke up, I could see someone sleeping in the same room as I was. And of course I thought it was my wife as she used to do this all the time.Since it was raining, I was too horny. So I moved towards her and gently whispered, “I am too horny. Come, let’s fuck.”I didn’t hear any reply but I could see her eyes in the dark. Since she didn’t say ‘no’, I proceeded.Before getting to my story, let me tell you about my wife’s mother. She was too. I gave it the old one-two-three shake, as usual, but it didn’t FEEL like usual. As soon as I started the first shake, I visualized rubbing the head of my cock back and forth across the smooth tanned skin of her upper thigh! It had felt really good to shake it and it stiffened back to full attention. I gave it another triple shake and it jumped and sent a spike of electricity through my abdomen. Then I thought I would just stroke it a few more times in order to feel that tickle sensation again.. You'll help us then?" Will you do the same thing for me you are planning to do for the players?" Sean asked hopefully. "Will you suck my cock?" I will!" Mary cried."I see." Sean smirked lewdly. "I'm not actually a reporter for a real newspaper. A tabloid. You can find it in the supermarket on your way through the check-out line. This situation has possibilities for a story. What the players did before the game. How it contributed to victory or defeat. I like it!" So you write that trash, huh? I.