"All the time Sheila was talking, Sean was straining and reaching for the man. He had stopped waving his little arms and feet, and stopped babbling. N...w the only sound he was making was a whimpering sound and his only action was reaching for the man. Martha felt a need, an urgent need, to step closer to the old man's bedside so she did. Sean strained his little arms towards the man's stick thin hand that was clutching the bed rail so Martha bent slightly so Sean could reach him.Two things. Sure we knew what a penis was and Eric appeared to have an above average one from the bulge in his jeans.After that Eric began to pester us with stupid questions about hypnosis and we just finally told him it was creepy and we didn’t want any. Of course, unknown to him of course, we did search his room and find his porn and hypnosis stash under his bed in the locked briefcase. It took me all of five minutes to pick it’s lock with my bobby pin. I don’t know why they even bother putting these. Hearing the tele making a racket but no voices, he knocks on the door.Opening the door, The Rat, with his usual charming look, sways in the doorway."Oh hell I've not seen you in a while, what do you want now?" slurs the Rat"We need a chat can I come in?" says the mystery manThe flat was dirtier than ever and nothing had changed except for the crates of lager, piled up like a Lego block tower, in the corner."What did you do Rat rob a brewery?" I came into some money so I thought a little drink. I couldn’t take my hands off her, though I don’t know how much she appreciated my attention. I was some kind of techno musician, though I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with all the technical equipment. And my hair was half-way down my back. I just wished I’d stayed like that for longer. One day I went to sleep in this enormous bed with this gorgeous blonde and woke up the following day a homeless drunkard in Brighton. That was horrible!” “I’ve thought about trying to escape from it.