Then everything went silent again, what was inside of me went as far as it could, then pulled out. I could feel again the need to piss and I did, then...it reentered this time a little faster to the same stopping point and again puled out and my piss, this time ran down to my ass hole. each time was faster each time I pissed some, it just seamed like it would never stop, my clit seamed to be being sucked on, it also seemed to be getting bigger, I involuntary started growing again to the beat of. I wanted to know of when he would return to the pasture, as come the morning, then realize all.I sat then behind the steering wheel watching the large horse meander out into the farm pasture and meeting there some mares of his kind, he began to graze as if he were born to being a horse. "He is acting as if he were born a horse," I commented to the infinity living inside the body of what was my friend."He is a horse, not just bodily, but mentally. His mind holds a meager power of realization and. What’s-his-name.”“Garshin.”“Right. And publication will depend on you and luck.”“Luck?”“You know Heller’s Catch-22?”“It’s a World War II novel? Never read it.”“It’s a painfully funny book. But Heller’s agent carried a piece of the manuscript in her purse trying to get publishers to read it. Apparently it was rejected nearly two dozen times before someone stood up for it. She was also the agent for Roth’s Goodbye, Columbus and Pynchon and I don’t know how many others. People said she was an. It rolled from my toes to my head and nestled in my pelvis. I opened my lips… We didn’t have lunch. We took a trip down memory lane, drove along the familiar spots of our youth. The old high school, our parental homes, the ballroom dancehall and finally to the place of our lonesome adolescent consolation, the natural bench-like rocks at the coast where we, not knowing of each other, stared out over the restless sea. We walked hand in hand. It was December the 20 th , cold and wet but still,.