She sighed. "I want two dicks in me,'she whispered, 'but gently gliding deep inside.'The bar was half empty, Maybe some of the patrons saw what was go...ng on, but Kim and me always have this exhibtionist-thing that turns us on, the more eyes, the better.Since in this contellation Kim was missing out, I withdrew my hand, stood up and invited the lady to sit between us. While changing stools I feased my eyes on her looks. Her grey hair in a slicked back behind her ears, her slim gracious attitude,. You're too mean to be Brock, so you gotta be Misty!"Marcus didn't quite follow what the kid was talking about, but he was feeling better now, and just needed a little more rest before beating the snot out of the punk. Then he felt a burning sensation in his gut and up his throat. It felt like that candy he'd eaten was trying to claw it way back out.Marcus croaked, "Whass going on?" His voice seemed awfully high-pitched. Then a crushing sensation started all over his body.Marcus could actually. His special lower floors could only be reached by a secret code from his remote. there was no indication on the elevator controls than the lower floors were even there. On his special floor there was a long hallway with 30 stainless steel doors fitted with triple locks. Only a few were in use but he was slowly working on it. Inside was a small sound proof room, which even, had a TV. It was maybe 20'x20', carpeted with a small shower, a comfortable chair, small table, and roomy bed. He deposited. Looking up, he saw his friends watching at him, stricken looks on theirfaces. Yet that was better than the others, who backed away from him asif he already was a monster. In ways he was, for no cure existed andwithin thirty hours he would be unconscious, racked by the fever thatwould eat away at his body until he shrunk to the size of child anddied. Only to rise, but as a mindless beast.It surprised him that he felt no panic. He realized he never expected tosurvive, doom had stalked his steps.