While on tour, his closest friend, a trumpet player named Mack Johnson, died of an overdose, a speedball. I was with them on that tour. I knew Mack, a...d he was a lovely man except when stoned out of his gourd and then he was ugly and mean. My father taught me the signs, the tracks on the arms of course, but also the wide irises of speed freaks and the pinned irises of junkies, like your eyes Joseph, and Sheila's. I knew she did this to you, and I'll never forgive her for it. My father cried. Anal sex. Straight sex. Sometimes sex twice in one session."Shelly and I had really gone at it, all right. Once her inhibitions broke she turned into a virtual sex machine. Well not a 'virtual' one, a real one. [Note to Authors: I was using "virtual" in the older sense of the word, as in "a powerful effect" not the more trendy computer use of the word as in "not real." Don't you just hate it when words change their meaning? That's why it's so hard to read fucking Milton anymore.]"And how did it. I was running my hands all over his chest and stomach while he was doing the same to mine. I humped and humped while he moaned and groaned and I did too. As I continued humping him, a fine layer of sweat growing over our bodies, I didn't care if it was incest or not. He didn't care, so why should I care? Soon, I felt my cock tightening and tightening and waves of pleasure. I knew immediately that I was about to cum, but I would let it release this time and I assumed that Kyle would too."Kyle,. ..." "Uh, yeah," he went on, "Acme Lingerie is the best in the world, and just to show you what I mean, take a look at this!!!" Cindy sat there a little bit bemused as Zak pulled out a tiny pair of bikini panties as he extolled the virtues of his product!!! After he was finished he asked, "So, what do you think, aren't these just about the best made and most attractive panties you've ever seen in your life, I mean they have quality written all over them!?!" Cindy took the panties from Zak's.