I was aware that there was a chant forming to the rhythm of my music, although I could not make out the words. Still, I played. By the time I arrived...in the atrium of 607, I had quite an entourage. By now, I was not surprised when I would recognize a face in this ghostly crowd. There was Rudy Zamora, a janitor who drank himself to death on Thunderbird wine after his wife died of ovarian cancer. Over there was a security guard whose name I don’t recall. I remember that he was hit by a car while. .."Her breasts were firm as they bounced, the muscles of her chest and the force of her arms closing over her breasts as she orgasmed bringing them together. Her hands reached out and clutched at nothing but air as she crested for a second time, the twitch of her body dislocating John's cock so it popped up as it hardened against her. She ground down against it under the relentless attack of the sensuous water jet shuddering through each wave of tingles as they emanated out of her body and her. “How’s tricks?”“How’s tricks” I said, repeating his words. “Interesting wordology, Samuel.”“Huh?” he said.“Nothing, just the timing of you coming to visit and my most recent experiences,” I said.The man looked at me curiosity painting his features. “Huh? What experiences?” he said.“I tried to be this gal’s trick the other night and she declined my invitation, and I had a hundred bucks to offer her. Maybe she couldn’t believe that I might be that well heeled,” I said. “Or maybe me being legless. TWO WEEKS LATER Brian's wife Karen answered her front door. The person standing on her doorstep was Brian's mother Joan. " Come in." invited Karen. As Joan stepped in Karen then shut the door loudly. " Where's that little bitch you call a son." Karen shouted " If anyone turned him into a so-called bitch it was you." answered Joan " Answer the lady you old bitch just like you sissy bitch son." ranted atall large black man. As he entered the room. " Young man stay out.