When I was famous for my heroism, and telling my tale, all of my audience would be on the edge of their seats. I would have their complete attention. ...hey all want to know how the story ends. At first, I would be winning. I’d hit him again and again with my drumsticks – I could make a rhythm of it, like the monster was a drum that I was playing to the war music in my head (I was going to have a soundtrack, of course). Fighting, I would spin-hit-kick-hit-step-hit-hit. It would look like I was. I'll do anything if you don't say anything to my mother." "Oh, this isn't just about her. I'll tell everyone!" A look of absolute horror. Tears started to come out. "Please don't." "Tell you what," Christopher said, thinking of his plan coming to fruition. "I've got an idea. If you play along, I won't tell anybody." "OK, anything." "OK, here's what we're going to do. For every thing I say that you do, you'll get a certain amount of points. When you reach 5,000 points, I'll refuse to tell. Then Jim just kind of pushed me away and said watch this, now you are going to see the way a real man fucks a hot little slut.We have never had a guy talk like this before but Sue seemed to really enjoy it. Jim told her to tell me how good it felt. Sue looked at me and said oh baby I never felt such a big cock before, it feels so good. Jim said her pussy is so tight it almost hurts to fuck her. Jim kept pounding away at her for at least 15 minutes really hard then said he was ready to cum. Sue. For more than thirty minutes, Dan escorted the woman around the gallery. They stopped at every work, and Dan listened as she discussed each. Dan realized he was in a graduate seminar for one: Art History 513, Interpreting Details of Artistic Expression. “Have I overwhelmed or bored you?” “Not at all; I would like to go around once more, but without the crowd, and be able to ask questions.” The woman stared at Dan; her stare was discomforting without words, but Dan simply returned it without.