You see, Andy, Carol's bi-sexual. I am too, a little, which may be why living in a romantic way with a man named Amy has never really troubled me. A...d that's why I can share you with another woman now, with Amy. Because you've been sharing me with another woman too, now and then. All right?"It wasn't but it was. I composed my face to signify consent of sorts."There's another reason why this is a good time to liberate Amy, Andy. Apart from issues of respectability, or Amy's ultimate. We were both exhausted, so I rode my scooter to the Deacons house to sleep on his sofa.By sundown I was back at the hospital. Deacon had started to talk while I had lunch and slept. As I expected he couldn’t remember much about his beating or the torture. I knew why he couldn’t remember. Deacon had plans of his own for the assholes. First thing I should do would be to check the latest passport application list. Because frankly, if they had any sense, they would be planning on a long South. It's now your responsibility.>>Cheers.>>Alexis.Dear Alexis,Oh, no. You don't get to drop that one on me. You and Shon thunk it up - you and Shon take care of it. I'm not writing a story that associates sex with smoking.Besides, it hits too close too home.Did I tell you that PJ and I were both smokers? That she smoked as a teen, but I didn't take it up until I was twenty? That and coffee were two of the nasty habits I picked up in the Navy.What I probably didn't mention was that I had seen a. Already a sexually and erotically inflamed wildfire was sweeping thru the flushed sweaty dancing highly aroused crowd as various dancers took turns dancing with Natasha and Amelia or brushed up against Juliet. Skylar briefly rationalized to herself that she has never before been affected by the Ganja and the E drinks like this before, having built up some tolerance over the years, nor affected with dancing with another woman to the extent like this one. An overwhelming deep desire swept thru.