Was it inspired by Eddie’s relationship to Joe? Most definitely. He also began his first novel. At least the first he stuck with. About the incestuo...s, drug addled world of punk rock. Again about Eddie and him. Eddie the star. Joe the outsider.Eddie essentially lived with his music. He lived at the recording studio for a week or so. He lived with the new bassist, a darkly handsome man, older than Eddie by three years, with long black hair, untouched by a brush to the point of forming. And, as you approached it, you could see that on the lamp post was hung a sign reading: ‘Madame Fleurie ‘Fortunes Told, Futures Read ‘Pickwick, Potions, & Palmistry’ You giggled, ‘Pickwick?’ Kristin didn’t get it, but you looked at each other and smiled. ‘Shall we?’ asked Kristin. ‘Of course we shall,’ you said. You put your hand on the old, brass doorknob and turned and opened the old wooden door and stepped up the steps and inside the trailer. It was dim, but you could see the form of a woman. “I will put in some incentives if we can negotiate for some tits,” he said barely getting the words out, but his impish smile was melting me even more. “If tits are what you want…” I said as I smiled and pulled off my top and bra. “Ah yes, very good incentives. I think we can arrange for a quick closing,” he teased as he squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples. “Or a quick coming,” I replied as I tightened my pussy, slowly fucking the shaft. “Give it to me Hong! Give it to me!” I panted as I. ’ I said while laughing. We sat down and I gathered up all the things we needed to go through and we worked which seemed like 1 or even 2 hours before we had a break. I slipped of the bar stool and walked to the fridge, ‘Do you want something to drink?’ I offered. ‘What do you have?’ He asked as he moved over to the fridge. ‘Ah, not much.’ I said moving my hand in front of all the drinks. ‘Can I?’ He said as he pulled out a beer. ‘sure.’ I said as I walked over and filled my water up again. We.