She walks over to her bag and pulls something out. Her back is turned to me so I can't see exactly what it is. It looks likes she is putting on some s...rt of weird leather panties. She turns around and I see a large rubber dick hanging from her crotch. It's a strap-on!She walks over and grabs my hair, pulling me up to the position I was at on my knees. She holds my head in place with one hand and grabs her large fake dick with the other. She brushes it up against my right cheek."You want it,. Sue now lived locally, and she and I had become friends again.The memories of those days had come flooding back. I was flustered.Mike followed me into the bedroom.I know he would have remembered Sue.In an effort to make conversation I said, “Do you remember Sue, she now lives locally.”“How is she? Has she weathered as well as you have? “Mike said with a smile.“If that was meant to be a complement, thank you. She is married now and has two kids. You may also remember Eddy, she married him after. When I was alone in the room he comes out from toilet and ask me don’t you have any girl friend?I reply “No”then I ask What about you bro, “don’t you have any girl friend?”,he replied “No”, I just have a good aunty & she fulfill my desire & he become stop & left the room.After that I hear that Zamzama Park & Zamzama Street is the places from where aunties get boys in their cars & enjoy the night but these were only fantasy for me, that am all. One day I got a wrong call on my cell, the voice. I thought about it for a few seconds. I had always loved singing with Mike, but that was back in the bad old days, with a constant supply of calming, thought-suppressing drugs. After I had pulled myself out of that swamp of destruction and later, after I had managed to pull him out of it too, we hadn’t sung together even once. It was as if we were both afraid of the memories, that they would pull us back and destroy us again. There was just an endless supply of things that could destroy you,.