His friends and family did their best to console him and helped him bury the love of his life in the cold hard ground. He recovered from the gunshot, ...ut never from the loss of his beautiful wife and withdrew more with each passing day. Finally, distraught and angry, he boarded up the doors, locking himself inside, never to step out again. When his friends tore down the barriers, they looked for him everywhere, but he was never found. The rumors began soon after that the house was haunted and. It had taken over my senses. It's all I could smell, taste, feel, and think about. I spent the next 10 minutes trying to hold the turd down. If I threw it up, I would have to swallow it down again—or otherwise drown. As much as drowning had its appeal, a small part of me liked what was happening. I felt special, like my service to these women gave me purpose. It's as if I could finally be useful to women, and that gave me worth. Maybe if Lauren saw how good of a toilet I was, she would take me. "Pamper yourself," he told me. On the way out, we hugged at the door. Mac said, "To be continued." I kissed his cheek with a smile. On party day, I was flown to Las Vegas as promised. I napped on the plane, arriving in early evening full of energy. The limo got me to Cobalt with time to spare. Wes, Mac, and friends were at a banquet and comedy roast, but would arrive around ten o'clock at the Cobalt Room, the main room, reserved that night exclusively for our use. In my dressing room, I took a. The waitress even gave the girls a douche to get the spaghetti out and an enema to get the whipped cream out. Our bill was outrageous but worth every penny of it.After we were dressed and just about to leave our waitress opened a locked cabinet to reveal five DVD recorders. She removed each DVD and put it in a separate case, handed them all to me, and said, “These are the only copies, I swear. Your privacy is our utmost concern. Keep them, destroy them, do whatever you wish with them. Please.