We were hardly a couple ofbars into it when I heard his guitar...Oh my god he found some subtlelicks and when I glanced at Jas she was smiling, she sa... it as well.When I got to the vocals there he was again, not singing with me butharmonising beautifully. Damn it the clever little shit.Then when we got to the part where I just powered through some chords helets rip with a blistering solo loud and clear and fucking perfect. If Ihated him before now I utterly despised him.We finished the song and. When I expressed an interest in the subject he invited me to step aboard so that he could show me around. His boat was painted pale grey with black coach lines and was called DANCING QUEEN. He guided me down the steps into the rear part of the boat where I noticed a couple of framed pictures of the Swedish pop group ABBA so I guess he was something of a fan. Anyway, it was a good talking point because my mum was also a massive ABBA fan. He kicked off his sandals and I did the same. He led me. Seth aimed his weapon at the women.“Don’t fucking move!” he screamed. All three women with their hands up, did not move a muscle. It does not make any sense, Seth thought. He was supposed to be dead. What was he doing here? Why here? Why this episode?“You!” Seth aimed the gun at Farrah/Jill. “What year is it?”“It’s 1979” said Jill.“Don’t you lie to me” screamed Seth pointing a gun at her head.“I am not!” said Jill with fear in her eyes.“It does not make any sense!” yelled Seth again. “What does. I feel your hands running down my back and under my bare bottom supporting me. You whisper in my ear 'Hello my Angel, I'm so glad you're home'. Smiling at each other, our lips touch softly, gently...our bodies tight together. Kiss deepening, our teeth grind against each other and I feel your tongue penetrating mine. Eagerly, my tongue meets it and they entwine. My hands on the back of your head, soft moans coming from my throat. Feeling your fingers pressing into my fleshy buttocks as.