"--- "I know. And you don't have to."--- "But maybe I want to."--- "You want to thank me. Which is absolutely unnecessary. It was my pleasure to satis...y you."--- "I mean ..."--- "You said it yourself. You're not a dyke."--- "Yeah, but ..."--- "Look, I know you don't want to lick me, Amy." --- she said firmly --- "I just know. I know you. And don't worry, I completely understand." --- said Lilly in a soft tone.--- "But it's not fair to you." --- said Amy sitting back, defeated.--- "It doesn't. “God, could she use that strappy,” Entering the main dance room, we were hit by a wall of noise, deep throbbing bass notes that vibrated through your body and so many excited female voices as everybody gave in to their innermost desires.I grabbed two large bottles of chilled water from the bar and handed one to Savvy.“Sandy, there is something I want to check out, meet you at the bar.”With that Savvy headed toward the stalls and I made my way to the dance floor.Angel’s Massive Attack erupted. It just didn't look like a hospital room. He was in a bed and he had a cotton sheet covering him, but that was about the only thing that seemed as it should be. He was flat on his back and looking upward at the ceiling and it was like no ceiling that he had ever seen before, hospital or not. The material seemed to be some sort of shiny white plastic. There were no light fixtures on the ceiling, nor were there any on the walls within his field of view. As far as he could tell, the light was just. I’m in a bit of cognitive dissonance at the moment. The young naked girl sitting in front of me, so pale, so thin, so short, so frail looking – every bit the waif I thought her at our first meeting, describing herself as some kind of insatiable sexual dynamo! Her art certainly reflects a raw, unconstrained sexuality, yet her face is doe-eyed and innocent looking, there wasn’t a trace of the uncontrollable slut during our lunch. Except for the lack of underwear, I suppose. I sit beside her.