To the rest of the world Jerome Wilson was a crazed polygamist, child rapist, a cultist of the worst sort and undoubtedly at some point in time, would...have his followers drink the Kool-Aid or try their luck with a shootout with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. When I'd first heard that, I didn't have a clue why anyone would want any of those for friends. By the time I was twenty-four, I had a clue, but it still didn't make sense to me.My Uncle Jerome had scripture on his side, or at. Two hours on stage had gone like seconds because of you. I was of the stage and for a very strange reason craving a cigarette. Something that had only happened to me once before the best time I had had with a man in bed till then. I was so amazed that it took me way too much time to change and get ready to leave. By the time I was out everybody had left. So I walked out the back door and there I see you standing by a motorcycle with the pink rose in your hand. --you were amazing—you said . We made some small talk as I filled out the forms and I noticed the gay-friendly signs and the rainbow sticker on his window and wondered if anything would happen.I assumed it wouldn't since he was very professional. But I thought at worst case, I can jerk off later thinking about it. He told me to strip down naked or into my underwear (whichever I was more comfortable with). I decided to go nude to see if I could send a non-verbal sign that I was interested in more than a massage. He came back. "Oh God, oh God, eat me baby," Janice said into the telephone. "Ahhhhhh!!! she screamed as Dan's mouth covered her swollen lips. Her hips bucked up as Dan's mouth began to suck her. "Oh Tim, eat me. Eat meeeeee!!!" Suddenly, the excitement was almost too much for Janice. The thought of talking to her husband as a lover ate her was rapidly bringing her to a peak. "Suck me! Suck me!" she moaned.Suddenly, Tim could actually hear the sucking sounds. He could hear Dan eating his wife. His own penis.