When we arrived god yes my house I invited her inside. I asked her why those guys wanted to beat her up. She told me she was a trans-sexual, I was sho...ked I had never met a transsexual before. Then she started crying and told me what a nice guy I was and how she wished she had a man like me. Then she reached over and started hugging me. I held her for a while, then she tried to kiss me. I told her I'm not gay. She said I know you're not gay but I'd like to repay you for your kindness, and then. If he didn't, I'd have to come up with something else. What if he'd already gotten involved with a different band comprised of a different group of people?But he hadn't.At seven o'clock sharp, right on cue, we heard the elevator open outside the room. And here was Paul, coming into the room with his bass in tow. He introduced himself to each of us, and I pretended to be meeting him for the first time. Hot damn. My ploy had worked!Once again, I was meeting someone important from the other life. He will not last forever. No man can. I will deal with it as I have dealt with it before. I picture again the basement door in my little House of Pain. In my mind, I push it open, and stare into the terrifying darkness at the bottom of the stairs. Plenty of room down there, Kurt. More than enough for this.The blades on either side of my neck touch flesh as my body is pushed repeatedly forward by his thrusting. I feel his tongue lick at the fresh cuts. The taste of my blood only spurs him. I was hard in no time. Natalie then pushed me back on the bed and began to straddle me. As she opened her pussy lips to mount me, I had to close my eyes. The woman probably had the ugliest cunt I had ever seen. Her lips flapped like slices of roast beef and she obviously didn't know what a razor was for. I like some hair on my furburger, but this was like she had never shaved a day in her life. Calling that thing a pussy just wasn't right. It was a cunt, that's for sure. The crazy thing was.