I was curious what pretence my boss had used to get Sanjana to accompany him to his room. I was soon to find out as my boss took out his photo album f...om his suitcase and started showing Sanjana photos he had taken at various places in the world. Sanjana always wanted to travel and I remember telling my boss about that once. I could not come out of my hiding, as I had no excuse for being here, doing what I was doing. I therefore watched as he helped her flip through the album. Somehow my boss. I took the bus home smelling like Jack Daniels and cigarettes, and avoided everyone’s eyes. I took a long, hot shower, scrubbed every bit of myself, and fell asleep for the rest of the morning. When I woke up, I had about ten worried texts from Josh asking me if I was okay, where I want, how I got home, and if I was upset at him. Putting on my best “hungover” voice, I called him back. He was freaking out. I explained to him that I was fine, that I got home okay, but that I didn’t remember. " He shook hands with Mitch, then stepped over next to Ryan. "That was something. I had no idea what went on with the sound. I still don't, but it was cool to watch Trout." Ryan looked over; Trout was still at the sound board as No More Trees, the second of the opening bands, set up for their sound check.Before Ryan could say anything, she heard someone calling her name. She turned and saw Annette Kochanski, the drummer from the Trouser Minnows, coming in with part of her drum kit. Annette wore. The scenes that had been described for me to paint were both erotic and crude. I had tried to make what a lot of people would have thought disgusting as artistic as I could. I think I succeeded. One of my more crude paintings showed a woman impaled on two cocks, one in each of her nether openings whilst her mouth is open to admit the pee from a third cock. I remember being shocked at how my own pussy had become wet all the time I had my brush and paints in hand as I composed this image. No one.