“But if not, you’ll watch on TV?”“I don’t see any other real possibility, unless you know someone here with a box that could get me in.”�...I might,” Ned interjected. “Let me make a phone call tomorrow. A friend of mine works for a firm that represents Ed DeBartolo in his non-sports interests. He owes me a favor.”“I’d really appreciate that,” I said, instantly recognizing the name of the main owner of the Penguins.“I’ll see what I can do.”As Don Joseph had pointed out to me years ago, developing. Tamara had never taken part in an orgy before but this did not stop her enthusiastic participation. It had started with some couples kissing and breast or two being unleashed from clothing. Others joined in and more clothing was dispensed with. One of Alessandro’s friends came up behind her and started kissing her neck which proved a prelude to pulling Tamara’s dress down to reveal her boobs and then stroke them. Tammie did not mind at all. Lucrezia and Lucia were both starkers and bouncing up. She lay on the floor, and I on the bed. I turned over to face her, the room completely dark except for the light from the TV and I whisper to her that she is more beautiful than the blonde and that her boobs looked just fine from here (not wanting to sound too forward). She got sort of quiet and then said "no, you're lying". At this point, I knew she just wanted me to keep saying it to make her feel better, so I did, but I starred at her with such intensity while saying it, that I finally slid. " But you'll die, Martin."Yeah, all those things and even Emily's insistent words were screamingat me inside, scaring the shit out of me, to be honest. But there wasno way I was going to spend my remaining time like a lab monkey or avictim in a torture flick-slash-snuff film. Because despite the fear-rush and frequent panic attacks, despite the fact I might be dying, whatI'd said about feeling pretty damned good was only half the truth.Actually, I felt incredible. Energetic, feisty, giddy. .