Her world was silent not by choice, but by design.Another candle. A whispered prayer to Valentine and Jude. To lovers and desperate causes.The saints ...on't listen. They don't exist. But we do.I followed her home that night. Through crowded streets and murky pathways through the park. She moved as one possessed with the knowledge that she is invisible to those around her. So many invisible people in this city! My stone heart aches to see them, alone by their own design. With my knowing eyes, I. It was pleasant work to her because she had a lot of orgasms while doing her job.Kathy put a pillow under her butt so my semen would run into her cervix.I started breakfast. I heard the shower running and looked in, Fay and Kent were washing away the dried sweat. They were having a hell of a good time doing it.Kathy came in the kitchen shaking her head. Kathy said she had wakened to squeals and laughter and checked to see what was going on. She said Kent was trying to stuff a wash cloth up into. However, they did have a plan to redeem themselves. Following the hens' night, the pair were to attend a year-end function for the hockey club, to which they both belonged, to be held under the grandstand at the local hockey field, in one of the dressing rooms. The club was made aware that I was performing at the hens' night, and if required, I might be available to make a guest appearance during the night.I waited at a nearby milk bar, for the girls to pick me up in Alice's car. She parked. Earl was visiting family, now that he was fluent in German. He was going to be gone for three weeks."No, but I didn't want to steal his room."Peter smiled, then yawned again. "God, you worry too much. You know he won't mind, especially when he finds out what's happened. Besides, we borrowed the couch from my parents just for the night. I can ask them if we can have it but I'm not doing it right now."We stood for a moment before Peter said, "Sorry, guys, but I only got home from work about two.