But anyway, he coded his work. Used initials referring to whatever drug he had taken while painting. Coffee. Cigarettes. Cocaine. Whatever.”“And y...u think his intake of drugs made a difference?”“He seemed to think so.”“And what have you done on drugs? Heroin for instance?”“I created probably my best poem on LSD.”“Joe,” she shook her head. “Don’t make that mistake.”“What mistake?”“Coltrane.”“What about him?”“You know he was a junky?”“I heard.”“Bird. Charlie Parker. I don’t know how many players. This was a lot more intimate if you know what I mean. I could feel his breath, watch him panting, as he continued to thrust into me. Every now and then he seemed to grit his teeth as he'd fuck me harder, real a****listic.I couldn't take it much more and said "Bill, I want you in my mouth". Now in our bedroom we have a 6' mirror. On the floor, resting at a slight angle against the wall. I got on my knees in front of it knowing I'd give Bill a view of himself masturbating and of my arse he loves. She,s absolutely stunning!” “Good. Would you like to make love to her-and get paid for doing so?” “Sir Are You Serious?” “Never more so. At my age I get a special pleasure watching Rhia fucked by other younger men and I can afford to pay for the service. Would you be agreeable to Fuck my lovely wife Joe?” “Sir I would do it for Nothing! She is a beautiful woman!” “But Of Course. That is why I married her, but sometimes we need a bit of spice to spark our sex life up and watching you fuck Rhia. I had been a senior in college as Kyle, and now I was acollege freshman again. During my various classes a couple people didopen up some small talk, but nothing that really forced me to draw onCourtney's memories.Before long all my classes were done for the day and the event I wasworried about was here, volleyball practice. Despite getting through mostof the day with no problems as Courtney, I was still afraid thatvolleyball was going to be more than I could handle. Heading into thelocker room.