Main bhot hi tension mein tha ki ekdum se pari ne mere peon ko jor jor se gaaliyan dene ki aawaazein suni or wo bhaagti hui mere pass aayi or boli kya...hua tum kyu itne frustrated se lag re ho or jab maine use puri baat batayi to wo ekdum shock reh gyi or dheere se usne rona start kar diya uski baayin aankh se pehli aansoo ki dhaar nikli to maine use chup karane k liye uske kandhe pe haath raka or use chup karwaya or kaha ki hume samajhdaari se kaam lena chahiye.Maine use kaha ki mere paass. I really, really hope he would look up Tony's room and come and join us.Inside Tony's hotel room we dropped our towels and he offered me a scotch. My mind was on one track so I declined but Tony suggested that from his experience, I should have a swig or two of scotch if I was going be fucked by him.I don't think scotch was necessary but being social, I let Tony pour me one.While I enjoyed my drink, Tony was going through the suitcase on the table looking for the tools we'd be needing. When he. MASTURBATORY CELEBRANTSSome poems are too big for your head,Some too big for your cunt (or cock and ballsIf you are a man's man, instead of a girly girl).Such poems exhaust the mind and deplete the soul,But, in the ecstasy that ensues Oneness with poetry,We are the greater, not the less, blessed despite our distress;Poetry teaches us the meanings of the worlds within us,Which, otherwise, are lost or scornedBy masturbatory celebrants of their own sperm.(Even the most microscopicOf my poemsIs too. ”“We were told to stay with you, Ma’am,” said the man.“Why?”“That’s above my pay grade, Ma’am,” he said.“I’m going to get ready to go to my office. Maybe I can find out there what’s going on.”The man pulled his cuff up to his mouth and spoke softly.“Annie is getting ready to move,” he said.“What did you say?” she asked, sharply.“Beg your pardon?”“What did you just say into your microphone thing?”“I said you were getting ready to move,” he said.“What did you call me?”“Annie? That’s your code.