The ambulance was in front of the stage and some paramedics were working on Kenny in less than a minute. He didn't look good, but he was going to get ...ome help.Everyone in the band was stunned that Kenny was having some kind of attack. The way it sounded suggested congestive failure of some kind. I asked Jack and Stix if they knew how old Kenny was while we were packing up for the night. Neither knew how old he was, but the more you thought about his career, the more you realized the man had. This was now the fourth round, after my third loss, which meant I beganwith ten cards, and each of them began with only six. Despite this, I hadincredible luck, and they seemed to have really bad luck. I played a fewbad cards, and despite them having a 2-1 chance of getting out of themsince four numbers were picked (since I couldn't talk, they all decided on1, 2, 3 and 4) - they never rolled any of those, and, after a really longgame, I actually played my last card. Only, because I'd agreed to. She then said that this was our little secret and placed one finger on my lips as if to say she wasn't going to say anything. I thought I could almost taste her when I licked my lips. Had she fingered herself while she was teasing me, and if so, did she want me to actually taste her by placing her wet finger on my lips? She looked me in the eye and said she would see me later and to enjoy my evening home alone. She smiled and walked out to her car and left. I stayed on the couch for minutes,. “It's okay ma'am, you can say cock. I've heard it before.” “Your cock is a fucking monster, Richard. What are we going to do with you?” “Well, if you do what the last couple of people to notice that fact did, then you'll probably be... oh what does Shakespeare call it...?...oh, making the best with two back with me in no time.” The idea had appeal... but I was his teacher. I had decorum to maintain. I grabbed a stack of scripts. “Let's do a little rehearsal shall we?” I suggested. He shrugged.