.. will make a truly great King of Libya, trust me on that!” Samira promised as I continued to kiss a long path down to her ankles.“Our son ... or...daughter,” I reminded her, which made her giggle.“Yes, that, too ... but just so you know, I’m already ... with child. Yours, of course. Not that I haven’t put out for others, but at a certain time, I briefly dropped them to ensure that you bred me. I resumed after my missed period made me suspicious that I was knocked up and my pregnancy test. It is typically very rude and aggressive, but I had no idea that it would show its true colors so early. Hopefully I managed to close the doorway before any permanent damage could be done. Kate, happy birthday. I’ll see all of you guys around.”Three weeks later:With the weather turning, the gang forsook the autumn cold for the interior of a café, having decided to all meet up for coffee. They sat in the corner of the room, away from the noise of the orders being spoken and repeated, breathing. Daz leans down to their level. "I'll even go as far as bollock naked for £100. He has no interest in a 36 year old lad like me!" Both girls shout done.Daz walks back to the cool back chuckling and shaking his head. Its only because he has had six pints that he is even entertaining the idea. Its another 20 minutes before Chris comes back out and it is closer to 6PM. He walks through gate and takes a seat. "Mum want much petal?" asks Stacey. Chris shakes his head as Tanya passes him some Carte. Onward the mass of bodies pushed them involuntarily closer and closer to the poles, they noted the women in layered close packed depth and it seemed as they were forced past the layers of women, the more clothing was shed and/or skin was exposed.Like the mass of the crowd, they were also feeling the heady effects of the potent ganja smoke and the many alcoholic drinks they all had freely imbibed, not knowing the drinks were slightly spiked with ecstasy.The reason behind the bar coded wrist.