His whole body was quivering as he added, “Sex and power and money and belief and curses all have something to do with it. ... Does anyone else wish...to speak?”A pale, thin, almost invisible being slid up to the front. “I am not one of the strong ones,” he said in a voice not much above a whisper. “But I can tell you what it is that is killing me. It is non-belief.”He took a deep breath. It sounded almost like the last breath of a very sick man. Then he said, “I used to gain much strength by. "Thank you sir"I went back to tonging his while he spat every bit of phlegm he could snort up into the glass. By this point it looked disgusting, a dirty pale yellow liquid with bubbles of spit at the top and lumps of thick clumpy phlegm floating around it at different levels. I was so horny I couldn't wait to have it. I was licking his ass and begging him to dump his load into the glass when he said the mixture wasn't yet. I could still add another taste to the mix, and he wanted me to taste. Dan said, “I feel embarrassed. All we’ve done is talk about me. What about you? What do you want out of life?”Ellen thought about his questions and how to answer them. Her answers were tied very much to her father and the company. She said, “You don’t know who my father is, do you?”“I like your father, but I know very little about him. In fact, I don’t even know his name,” Dan said.Ellen laughed and said, “That was intentional. My family name is Derkins.”“Oh, like the restaurant,” Dan said. I hopped us back to our party, and handed him to Martha. It had been less than ten minutes since we discovered Timmy was missing, but Martha was scared to death that something serious had happened to him. He was sound asleep when we arrived and Martha saw us. Timmy didn’t stay asleep, though, for Martha was all over him. She was crying and checking him out to ensure he hadn’t been hurt. Of course, since Timmy had been asleep all this time, and didn’t know what was wrong, his Mom’s behavior.