I don't know. I don't keep a diary.) They were playing at some dump in Tampa, of all places. About half-an-hour into the show, some fat asshole in the...back yelled, "Go fuck yourselves, faggots!" Before I tell you what happened next, let me tell you about what Suicide shows were like in the early-to-mid Seventies. Picture two leather-clad guys, one scowling and torturing an organ, the other striding around like some Fifties housewife's nightmare of a rockabilly (who had come for her daughters. He lifts the dress and his hands are in my panties describing the curve from my waist down to back of my thighs. When he gets between my legs I'm electrified. I'm lost as he turns me and I bend over with my arms out over the old washing machine. He enters me from behind and I'm transported. I'm filled with my son and my legs are shaking."This is how I have you in my fantasy, mom: down here just like this." As he pushes deeper up into my belly he tells me of the nights he's spent and the things. You were so excited I didn’t want to ruin it for you. Now everyone knows more about you than they should. That assistant DA went way over the line, and you happened to be the victim of her screwed-up mind.”“Don’t think that, David,” Laura said. “I was a nobody at school. No one wanted to get to know me because I could get cancer again and die this time. At least the kids at school want to know what the hell happened.”“Yes, Laura has gotten incredibly popular as a result. Not as much of if you. Though it was lined with a jealous tone, I smiled. I finally won something she hadn't and I didn't feel bad about it. I heard the shower in Bria's suite switch on. "I'll get out of the way. I'm just glad I took part in pleasuring you. And if I'm ever single again... well just know that not only will men be after you, but I will." I heard the splash from her footstep in the shower before the slam of the shower door made me jump. "Don't worry. She'll get over it. I can tell you two are good.