Then the doorbell rang."Damn! Cuff yourself to the bathroom door.", she ordered," If you're quite, I'll let you live a little longer."I cuffed one wri...t to the doorknob, and stood waiting for more instructions on how to live. The idea appealed to me. When she seemed satisfied that I would keep, she turned to leave, as the bell rang again."I'll be right back. You stay put and keep quiet.", she said as she swept out of the room to see what unsuspecting fool was at the door.I relaxed when I heard. Sadly, most of them are hookers, which distinctly lowers the quotient of fuckable girls. Not a judgment, but most of them, while they might give you a blowjob to get out of an arrest, aren't interested in you otherwise because of the badge. Martinez and I did an experiment six weeks ago (just when it started getting warm in Chicago) where we took a night off and hit on a couple of girls named Miranda and Jessi at Waters' bar. We were going gangbusters, and I had just moved Miranda's hand down. And straight! I wasn’t sure about straight. His cock was getting thicker and harder.I laughed and made my way to the shower area. He followed. We sat side by side and showered off, sitting down on the stools, talking about this and that. All the time, I was sneaking a peek at his uncut cock growing in the mirror. He washed himself, unaware of me looking, but his cock was growing – maybe just from the pleasure of the water and company. I wandered over to the steam room and opened the door. It. People touched each other, but never a hand heavily placed on a shoulder to try to bring comfort. Hugs were common, but never so desperately comforting.And unlike other gatherings, there was no one leading. In a sense the leader was dead, but Brother Joseph had never led gatherings, he just made them exist out of his brilliant, crazy mind.The mourners formed a circle around his ashes contained in an urn of earthenware made by one of the initiates, green flecked with white with three gold rings,.