Hop in” He said. She did and K. drove off. She, M. was in her early 20s, a student at the local University, white, about 5’5”, with short, boyis..., black hair and dressed in pretty ordinary clothes: Tight jeans, loose top with a heavy-duty brown jacket with huge, fur-lined lapels. She wore high-heeled ankle-boots and surprisingly little make-up. A small handbag and a mobile phone was all her hand luggage. They chatted for a bit as K. drove down the whole length of Boris Avenue once more. After. ”“So, does that mean you’re going to try to fuck the band members?” I asked, playfully teasing her.“Oh, now that’s an idea,” she said winking, “but, I think we’d have to blow a few roadies to get backstage.”“Well, you certainly are good enough at sucking cock for that,” I said, grabbing her ass.She slapped my hands and pushed me away. “Make me a drink,” she demanded.Reluctantly, I pulled away, with a sigh. “Oh, what do you want, wine?”“No, we’re drinking tequila tonight,” Jackie said with a. I continued to doubt my sanity.I opened the @#&*$% door again.Each held out her right hand. In her grip was a six pack of beer. A really good beer of Irish origin. If a certain whiskey is my darling, then that beer is my sweetheart."We brought beer," they chanted in chorus, "Mr. Gamera."I slammed the door shut.I began to shake.Violently.There was a soft tap on the door. I tried to resist, but I could not. I was trapped in some horrible spell. 'This is just a weird dream you are having, ' I told. Tam- two people with a lot in common I guess.Me- that’s awesome, it’s too rare, how often you have come across someone with a lot in common?Tam- not that often.Me – it makes me curious to know more. Like a certain flavor of ice cream, or how tasty that ice cream is.( I’m veering off into abstract and using heavy doses of illogics, to confuse her thoughts. I’m also getting sexual by inserting the words, tasty and ice cream.Tam- I seeMe- I would really wanna know what it tastes like deep.