They'll share anything they have with you. They'll smoke a joint in the bathroom at the rest stop as if marihuana was as common as cigarettes. They ar... people stripped of political correctness, just saying what they think, and being who they are. For these people, an artificial leg is simply an artificial leg. They are truly interesting.And they are the only reason travelers on long bus trips don't commit suicide along the way.It took Bob sixty-nine hours to get from WRAMC to Boonville,. We’d been together a while when one night he used some bondage tape to tie my arms behind my back. The sex was amazing and I found I really liked not being able to use my arms. I spent as much time as I could as a ‘quad’ amputee and was always disappointed when Alex released my arms. We’d even started talking about ways in which my arms could be amputated. One night I got chest pain and couldn’t breathe so I was rushed to hospital again. I had clots in my lungs and when they investigated. " We don't even know if he can play," said Amos, coming to Zak's aid. They had always been mates, had Zak and Amos."Oh, he can play," said Joshua. "Ged, get set up and we'll get started." He hasn't learned the pieces yet!" crowed Zak."Got the sheet music?" Ged asked, refusing to be intimidated. Amos shoved a pile of paper to him. "There. How long till you can play them? Two hours? We might as well go to the pub." I'll sight-read," Ged said, and the two mates fell about laughing, until of course. Another one of my "shy sexy" moves! He brought me my drink, and we engaged in the usual small talk. Although he tried to be discrete, I could see him checking out my breasts when he thought I was not paying attention.I flirted shamelessly with Jason as moved between me and serving the few other people in the bar. He teased me about fixing me up with the older guy at the bar, or, if I was into it, with the two older drunk guys at the corner table."A trio?" I smiled and offered that that might be.