I am so proud of you.”“Thanks Mom. I’ll dedicate one to you tonight.”“If you do, make it Faded Love. I’ve always loved the words to that s...ng, and the way you sing it, makes it even more special.”I didn’t have any idea Mr. Aycock was going to have me rehearsing so many of the songs I usually do on my shows.“You’ll not get off this stage tonight with just two or three songs, Jerry. Be prepared to spend the night onstage...”This auditorium was built to amplify the sounds of musical instruments. " I said, because I hadn't."None the less, I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at me like a hungry lion. You don't even have to say anything."She had me pegged I must say."Did I ever tell you that Im the great great great great granddaughter of Charles Dickens?" Really? No, you never mentioned that." I guess I believed her. Who would make that claim who wasn't?"Well I am.....so there is no way we can fuck."I laughed and laughed when she said it. "Oh.....that's why we can't fuck? Okay. ‘I’m glad.’ He kissed down her neck and bit down. She cried out ‘Oh Barry.’ He turned her around. She was staring at his undershirt. All ready to play, she grinned. She looked up and met his eyes. There was an intense passion in his dark eyes. And something else. Something that made her wet and caused her to shiver, and not just in pleasure. There was a hunger in his eyes. As if in response, he leaned down and kissed her hard. The kisses were furious, his teeth tugging on her bottom lip, his. "I could sure go for a hit of that doob if you still got some" he said. "I surely do" I said and took it from the ashtray, lighting it up and letting it's sweet smell fill the room. "You want me to give you a shotgun?" I said. "What's a shotgun? He said. I turned the doob around putting the light in my mouth and cupped my hands blowing the smoke right in his mouth. He breathed it in deep. "Damn that's a nice tit...I mean hit!..Sorry"..his face flushed again as I handed him the doob."Thats.