"Ok, James has just headed upstairs," said Liz. "I'm thinking that hepresumes you're staying in here." Why can't he be like Michelle?" asked Becky. "S...e hasn't got a problemwith being amongst girls." Michelle is a rare case," said Liz. "James is a boy through and through."John decided to put the newspaper down and went upstairs. Soon, he wascoming back down with James. They were soon heading to the back garden tohave a game of football."But Michelle isn't all that rare," said Louise. "She has a. .. it sucks as a bed ... even fleshed out with a folded buffalo robe ... soft but lumpy.I staggered awake ... not an easy thing to do laying down.“Morning, Davy,” I said, not exactly sure what time it was.“Evening, Karen. It’s evening. Give this kid a hundred bucks.” Davy nodded at a teenager standing outside the 1948 Ford pickup. “You’re following us up the mountain ... so let’s get cracking.”“I need a pee and I’m with you.” I said. I opened the door of the van and jarred the living daylights. Every inch of it danced across the folds of my esophagus and sent powerful waves of oral delight into my hips. These were familiar but the waves seemed somehow denser to me. They flowed but never ebbed, my pleasure never retreating, and when I had drawn the full length to the edge of my throat, I plunged it back. Faster and faster I pumped the bottom seven inches through my gullet. I could barely breathe. I saw my neck bulging with each thrust, and quickened my pace so I might finish before I. ’ but then I just phased it out. I didn’t care. I always had somewhere else I could go. I called to old friend, Louisa, and found out where she was drinking that evening, hoping it was far enough away to forget the ridicule just past. ………………………. I jumped off the tube nearest my flat, not getting a reply from Lou I’d decided to head home. The new message bleep brought my hand to my phone. ‘Hey, we’ve been kicked out of the bar we were in so we’re heading for a drink further into town, come meet.