Slowly, very, very slowly. Now she was dancing to this jungle music, spilling the Lafite on the carpet in the process. ‘Now this track is fab … ju...t listen to the bass drum. Bum, bum, bum, bum.’ She took a sip of the wine. ‘Come on, get up, dance with me. Forget about that sassy bitch, whoever it was. Maybe we should get out and get really wasted … Hm? We could go to Heaven.’ Fortunately she didn’t see his eyes at this very moment, otherwise she might have got an idea of how close to heaven she. She lifted up hand and motioned me over with one finger. I walked the few steps to her and getting ready to bend down to her again for a kiss was stopped once again. This time to my surprise it was so she could take me in her mouth. Instantly it felt as if every nerve in my body came alive and joined in on this sensation. I could not stand much more of this and stopped her after only a couple of minutes. Putting my hands on her waist I guided her to the head of the bed never taking my eyes off. I can remember the water coming in and trying to get out. I don't remember too much after that."When I woke up I was in some private hospital and the staff was calling me a name I'd never heard before, Anthony Portello. They said I'd been out for three weeks, in a coma. When I tried to get to a phone to call you, they put me in restraints. Then these guys in suits came in, feeding me a bunch of bullshit about how my country needed me and how their plan was the only way to protect my wife. Makes. I am sure every beta boi has stories to tell about how they have been kept in our demeaning place in life. One that always sticks with me is I was a grown man boi, 6 foot tall and not so skinny anymore. I did work out and was toned, but not a muscle man at all. I had taken my family to the river for a day of tubing in ice cold water, the one place my tiny pee wee measured up in man size. So here I stood in line waiting my turn to rent tubes with my 12 year old son. The guy in front of us was.