. just the other day, wasn't it?'An incredible, lonely feeling sneaked past her guard and shot through her gut, lasting only a few seconds before she ...lamped down on it. She looked at her predatory squatter and decided he hadn't noticed anything unusual."Bela Lagosi was the name of one of the players," she continued. "I liked his name, so eventually, I took that name as my own and made it a little more Rumanian – Byla – like a Gypsy. But 'y' doesn't sound like 'e' anymore, and nobody pronounced. Now after eight months Frank and his mother again invited me to their house. Frank had won a big painting competition so they were throwing a big party, and Marry wanted me to be there. It was Saturday, and at around 7 p.m. my taxi stopped in front of Marry’s house. I was just paying the driver when Marry and Frank came out of their house. Frank and I smiled at each other while I hugged Marry. “Looks like the party has already started,” I said hearing the noise coming out of their house. “Yeah,. She started to massage my shoulders as she danced. I put my hands around her waist and pulled her close, resting my head on her stomach just below her breasts. I could feel the weight of her tits as they rested on top of my head."You expect a lot for two measly dollars" she said teasingly. But she didn't move away. In fact, she snuggled in closer against me."I could give you a dancer's tail." I said."What's that?" she asked.I too another dollar, creased it lengthwise and told her to turn. Shit! Why is she going to punish me for now?She looked ill, and I knew something was wrong the way she frantically pulled stuff out.She grabbed a large funnel and shoved the small end into my mouth. No sooner than she did that, that she puked into the open end of the funnel, flooding my mouth with her putrid vomit.She gasped for a moment, then went "Urp!" and puked again.The smell of vomit in the air, and the taste in my mouth, made me want to vomit, but she was holding the funnel firmly in my.