It was a recording from when they were making love in his officer’s cabin several years ago. ‘What did you just say to me?’ said the woman. ‘... said, ‘I love kissing you”. He answered. She said, ‘I love your kisses too.’ ‘What are you doing?’ he said quietly. ‘It’s my latest project. The porn performance artist, Linda Sprinkle, has commissioned a sound design for her retrospective exhibition to open in New York in 2010. I’ve got hours of this erotic material. By the time I’ve finished with. ‘Perhaps it’s better that way.’ I was thinking it, but she said it. ‘Maybe a lot better.’ But that last phrase had different meanings for both us. Nadine and Maria came back into the room, but there was something about the way Nadine was walking. Like she was hit hard on her ass cheeks or so. When she sat down on her desk next to me, I could smell a huge cloud of perfume. As if she was trying to hide some stench. Another 2 hours pass by with me working and starring at the ladies now and. “I want you to pull my pants down and suck my dick.”I was bewildered. “What?”“That’s right” he said. “I want you to give me a blowjob.”Jesus, I would have never guessed that’s what he had in mind. My instinct of course was to refuse. I wasn’t gay. I had no desire to give Jake head. And he was right, if it ever got out that I sucked a guy, especially douchebag Jake from the soccer team, I wouldn’t want to be on the team anymore anyway. Shit, I was in a bind. I don’t know how long I was in. "Brutus agreed and shortly they flanked Popeye.Both Brutus and Bluto were taking turns slamming Popeye. They strippedPopeye of all his cans of Spinach. They shortly had turned Popeye intoa Human Shuttle Cock and they were the Badminton Rackets. They weresaying things such as "Runt" and "Squirt" and "No good Pipsqueak".Popeye was taking a beating. Next Brutus and Bluto were punching Popeyeback and forth. Popeye was like an old rug to both Brutus and Bluto.Then they had a contest. It was who.