I need to pee! I guess I’ve been out here longer than I had thought. I look around and check the mirrors to double-check that no one is around while...grabbing wet wipes from my purse. I see a fairly large bush by the corner of the building where there’s some light, which sort of comforts me. There’s that smell again though, I scan the parking lot once more before getting out of my car.I try to walk to the bush calmly, trying not to stand out just in case for any reason someone across the way to. Velma quickly answered. A woman's husky voice spoke rapidly and hung up. For a few minutes, Velma sat, blinking her eyes, gulping a fresh drink and wondering what the hell was going on.The woman said Velma's husband and daughter were having an orgy with her. Now what kind of weird bullshit was that? It just didn't sound possible, not with Buzz Watkins, who believed that all freako-perverts who had orgies should be lined up against a brick wall and shot down with sub-machine guns.Velma herself. The beginning of this is real and the second part is fantasy.About 2 years earlier while I was in the military I had gone to a mom and pop video store to grab a porn film, well in a small store like that where the videos are in a small closet sized room in the back, I was nervous about being seen in there, so I just kind of reached in and grabbed one that had a baseball player on the front. At the moment I didn’t realize that I had grabbed a bisexual film called “Switch. . wasn't he? - nagging doubt there. Testosterone images of the Aryan warrior rose up to battle the image of the artist. He/she was 50/50. She/he was on the edge. In the immediate universe Adelade Hitler raised her slim right hand with it's narrow dexterous fingers and downed the remaining half of the contents of the vial. Back in the shop, the Wizard's immediate smile was tempered as he sensed that a shadow Adalade had used that same slim hand to dash the contents to the ground. Thirty seconds.