"Nikki walked away with her friend with a strut, wiggling those hips asshe made her way out the living room and up the spiral staircase to thebedroom....Liyah sat there nervous and a bit horny, feeling her nipplesharden under her shirt and feeling thankful for the numbing of hernerves the alcohol produced. Her mind started wandering in the deadquiet of the loft, thinking about what she wanted to do to her friend.But wait? She didn't want to take her, did she? After all, she chose tolive as a. I mean ... ah ... sorry ... I ah” Abbey stammered.“Come on Abbey” said Joe. “Don’t be shy. Tell us where we can find a bar that has lots of pretty women who are anxious to help a guy to have a good time.”Abbey blushed, and shook her head as if she did not know the answer. Of course, she knew exactly where such bars could be found, but she did not want to let these foreign men know that she knew. So, she retreated from the table and left the men to their discussion, although she was curious to. Even muffled by the duct tape, it was horrific. It was the sound of an a****l being torn apart. It was the scream of a woman being split in two. It was frightening and primeval. It was the sound of brute force being applied with abandon.And as I listened to my wife scream, I watched as nearly two thirds of that enormous slab of ebony steel was buried in her bowel. The r****g of Tiffany had begun and it continued relentlessly for nearly an hour.The first plunge was followed by a brief moment of. I can’t do this.The sobbing child abruptly turns around and leaves the stage. The audience murmurs and the band looks lost. They start to do a rambling jam, not any song that either or both children have ever sung on stage. After a few minutes Paul walks back onto the stage and picks up the microphone. The audience applauds loudly.PAUL: I’m sorry. Boys are supposed to be brave. No boy wants to say that he isn’t as brave as a girl, but I’m just not as brave as ... as Paula. I can’t sing that.