Motorcycles, trains, and airships constantly roar through the city streets belching smoke and rattling the oft-broken windows as great factories churn...out everything from muscle cars to atomic bombs. Women tend to fall into three categories: Dames (easy labor or non-working women that favor late 40's-early 50's era fashion, hairstyles and makeup), Brass (women in the government and military), and Grease Girls (women who work in industrial jobs)Being America, both sexes enjoy protection under. Shit!She turned over in the bed and knew immediately that Phil had died in his sleep. She hurried called 911 then ran to put on panties and a silk robe of emerald green. She didn't know or care at that time that her hair was a mess. She wept for losing her husband. Though she never formally changed her name, many of the documents showed her name was Slyers, not Kine."You were married?" a policeman asked her.She nodded, "For almost a year." Do you know in what manner he died of?" He had. "You going to lick my little pink cunt?" she asked.I responded by kissing her inner thighs, trailing my tongue over her soft, warm skin. Her hand found my head and she ran her fingers through my hair. I lifted her legs over my head and kissed her shaved cunt. She was wet and the taste sent a shiver down my body to my cock.I began to harden.The doorbell rang and my wife gasped.I pulled away from my wife with a smile and held up a hand. I told her to wait there and not to move, that I would be. I hadn’t done enough to know what they meant. I felt each word when I was near Michelle though, and that night I found a way to make one part of the song true. I showed Michelle my soul. It ended with the guitar. Everyone’s silence came into focus. I nodded at the audience and gave Michelle a last smile before I walked off stage. Professor Smith hugged me tightly and kissed my cheeks hard. ‘God! You are so fucking beautiful!’ she whispered into my ear. I knew it wasn’t me though. I couldn’t.