” I said, standing up and blotting myself with a nearby towel. “And in our urine, is a very special little chemical. It makes people happy, and it...makes them want to love each other. They sound like they could use some love.” I pushed the cork back into the jug’s head. “Besides,” I grinned at Diamond, hoisting the jug, “Brock’s whisky tastes like piss anyway; no one will notice the difference.”ELENA “Brock, your whisky tastes like piss!” I cackled, spraying the table. Brock growled, the knife. We arrived to the club at 11 and it appeared to be empty. As nervous as we could be, we entered and payed the gentlemen at the front counter. He asked Lisa, the pretty black girl bartender, to take our alcohol to the bar and to give us the tour. With much anticipation, we took a deep breath and followed Lisa through the door.Through the door was a well lit room with seating and a dance pole. We continued down the hall where she showed us the private rooms. The lockable rooms were simple and. Glasses completed the impression of the efficient secretary with an aloof, do-not-touch air."Oh God, Trish, please hurry. I want to see, and I know I'm going to want to touch." The demand, quietly spoken but unmistakably urgent, came from Linda whose splayed legs and active fingers displayed glistening labia.With the merest hint of a smile, Trish began to disrobe. The jacket was carefully folded and set aside. The blouse was unfastened, button by tantalising button. When that, too, was removed. “You said 'no touching', right?”“Unless you want,” I replied. “Otherwise, I'm content to sit back, or stand back, and stroke it while you do whatever it is you want to. When you're ready, just let me know and it's facial city.”“Are you going the keep the lantern on,” she asked.“Either way is good with me, plenty of light with the full moon...”She turned the lantern off and sat it on the ground next to the sleeping bag, dropping the towel next to it on the corner of the sleeping bag. I watched.