Comments welcomedespecially from those who have already commented."I am going to count backwards from 5 and when I reach one you will becomefully awak.......5....4...you are waking up...3...you are becoming aware ofyour surroundings...2...you are opening your eyes...1.. and you are awake.Wow that was some dream. It tells me a lot." the psychiatrist said."Uh huh" It tells me your entire story. You always knew you were different fromthe other boys. But, you tried to fit in. You thought the best. )Lost in bliss, Katie raised her hands and let them drift through her sister's silken, chestnut hair. This raised her blood pressure another ten points, her heart rate ten more beats per minute. Was there anything as desirable as her sister's tongue, dancing with her own? Well, yes, but that was hers also.A massive shudder shook the pair of them."What was that?" Lisa wanted to know.Breathless, Katie stared up at her sister. Her already flushed face became burning hot."I suppose you don't know?". And I hate that sappy shit anyway. Hard to believe stories ever end up like some molasses overdose fairytale when you grow up in a placed called the Murder Dubs. Happy endings ain’t for you and me.Are they?I look down at my sketchpad.It’s empty.Well.Empty of sanity.All I’ve done is drawn villains. Him. Me. Fucking. Drinking. Getting high. Popping X. Straight fucking the nights away on a cocktail of all three. Retrograde. The Westside tragedy self-medicating on drugs n’ pussy. Disappointment,. She was looking particularly beautiful today he thought. She was wearing white trainers, tight blue fashion jeans, so tight they barely covered her gorgeous rump. This was topped by a snowy white tee shirt, that contrasted with her tanned skin, accentuating her well formed bosom, and leaving very little to the imagination.It was obvious to Tony, that she was not wearing a bra as her nipples showed clearly, and provocatively through the material of her blouse. Anne-Marie smiled encouragingly, as.