Pleasure. It had been a long time since she had felt it. She had a few one night stands, but they weren't memorable. They were just brief moments in t...me. When her lover, Georgia, died over 3 years ago, her whole world had stopped spinning. She had never felt as crushed, as unable to breathe, as in that moment when the police had come to her door. 3 long years. She had stopped crying herself to sleep at night and only in the last 6 months or so had she been able to take that needed breath. But. I looked at a crying Leah and yelled, "Can't what, Leah? Can't what? Can't marry me? What's going on, Leah?"Leah looked up at me and said, "She just can't do it." I looked at Leah and then ran after Sally. I had to know what this was all about.Before I could get to her car Sally had sped off. I ran out, got in my car and went looking for Sally. I knew I was driving too fast for these crooked roads, but I needed to catch up with Sally. The next thing I knew I didn't make the curve and my car was. But I was. A spry, music-loving eighteen-year-old from Western Kentucky. Even my hippy parents wanted to go, but being elderly and in their forties (how my perspective has changed) they stayed home on the commune. Music has always evoked my most treasured memories, along my souvenir panties collection.I shelled out the $18 for a three-day pass for those glorious days of peace and love in upstate New York. Of course, in 1969, $18 could buy you a car and a luxurious double-wide. No event in my. .me. After mulling this over into the early hours I eventually succumbed to my tiredness and drifted off into my own sleep, the last thing I remember that night is kissing Sue lightly on the cheek, feeling her stir a little and closing my eyes. Returning home from work a day or two later I entered the kitchen to be greeted home to the sight of a stark naked Andrew preparing himself a sandwich, we swapped peasantries as though having a naked black man raiding the fridge in my own home was the.