I'm going to stay." Why, Lori? You aren't in trouble? I'm taking care of it." "But I'm the reason we're in trouble. If I wasn't so loud..." "Let it go... You're no more guilty than any of us. We're just going to let Amanda take care of it, and pretend that this never happened, right?" Right." "... I suppose." When we got back to my room, Lori and I climbed up on my loft. Amanda went back to Ed's bed. The only light in the room came from the window, from the street lights down below us. We curled. "Bow?" he inquired, his good humor returning, only to see the growlithe's grip finally give way, and her go flying through the air in the manner Wraith would have had he been mortal."Noooo!" shouted Wraith, his eyes glowing a burning red as he reached out with his mind, and snatched the flying firedog out of the air with telekinesis. The ghost then turned his attention to Tashiro, a malevolent grin crossing his face as he set the disoriented growlithe down on the ground."That..." he growled. I can’t resist hairy guys, so I slowly made my way to him. I reached out and grabbed his rockhard cock and started jerking him off. I whispered in his ear to come back to my room. Whenwe entered, I rubbed his hairy chest and bulging pecs, enjoying his hot dad bod.He rubbed his rock hard cock against me and I told him to fuck me. He said not without acondom, and I wasn’t in the mood to have my ass torn up by plastic. Another strike out. “Whatthe fuck was up with today?” I thought. He began to. No wonder I started drinking.That's not completely fair. I started drinking long before I had three names. You can't spend time around actors and not drink. It's part of the scenery. It's one of your props. A bottle of champagne on opening night, frozen cocktails at cast parties after the show closes, beer in the dressing room after rehearsals, wine during casting meetings. It was inevitable.There are two groups of theatre people who don't drink: children and the "recovering" ones. The children.