As I went to apologize to her, she asked, ‘How was my dance?’I was taken aback. I never expected this question.‘It was great, mam.’‘Do you l...ke me?’‘Yeah I do, mam, I already told you.’‘You owe me an apology,’ Shruthi said.‘Yeah I do, mam, I’m sorry.’‘Do you want to fuck me?’‘What?’ I said.‘You heard me.’Her seducing look gave me a boner. She looked at my pants and said ‘What’s happening there?’ She came near me, slid off my track pants to reveal my erect 7 inches.‘Oh dear,’ she said and stood. Just after nine that night, Culture went on stage, and the crowd went wild. Culture was half way through their first set, when Frank gathered them all around. They made their way slowly to the back of the stage, so that they could be ready to go on the moment Culture finished. Taylor’s chair was there, so he sat down and watched Ann performing. She was dressed in a tight white dress, black fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots. Her black underwear protruded seductively from underneath the. Now the time was to taste another dishs, I ordered a plate of smegma. Soon he came with a bowl of smegma, and asked “With semen or piss??”I asked him “Wht you suggest to me??”He said “I like to take with yellow piss.”I agreed with him, so he called another boy, then another boy came and pissed my bowl and filled it. Now it looked like smegma soup. I was feeling so horny to see all this. I called my waiter and asked “May I suck your boner??He said nothing and came near to me. I took his hanging. Upon the edge of the woodlands we gathered imagining shaped clouds of colorless folds- unbounded in riches and unfettered by ideas. Tessa looked at me and then quickly looked away. I could hear her breathe, I could see her heartbeat. “We believe what we want to believe.” She whispered softly before she blanketed herself. “I think you have always known that.” Seven years collected in memory- where delusions rise to the surface and hold me condemned to die by my own thoughts, my own feelings, my.