That's the shit. Now go get it on."The deliberation took less than ten minutes. An initial vote on the question of innocence or guilt proved unanimous...in favor of the latter. A brief discussion was required on the issue of pre-meditation, with two of the jurors speculating that maybe... just maybe, it might have been an impulsive act of violence, but in the end, that vote too was unanimous. Their foreman-in this case a forewoman, Dazzle Yamamoto-noted down their verdict and told the computer. Then someone moved in behind me and pushed me up against the seat back in front of me. I shut my eyes even tighter, hoping this was all a terrible nightmare. My hands were gripping the seat back and I started shaking uncontrollably. The man behind me moved my feet apart with his and pushed on my back so that I was bent over the seat. I heard someone say,”Man, look at those big tits swing!” I could hear the man in front of me breathing heavily and I heard his jeans zipper being pulled down. He. For fuck sake, she even listens to Mumford & Sons! And she watches fucking X Factor and Britain’s Got Talent. How can Steph have got it so totally wrong? After this short-lived postscript of a Crystal Passion Band, there was little more of note in the band’s story for the next few years. The boost in sales of the Crystal Passion record catalogue following Crystal’s tragic death soon trickled away. In fact, in the coming years, record sales shrunk to virtually nothing. The corpse of her music. I reach for the suntan lotion, but before I open it, footsteps run by and dive into the water, raining a giant splash upon me. I awake and spy the culprit – a short freckle-faced kid who by now was at the other side of the pool. I dry myself and see climbing out of the water a tall dark-skinned girl whose small teenage breasts jut unashamedly out of her water-shrunken bikini. She returns to her towel, dons sunglasses and walks to the water fountain while I stare at her spongy buttocks knocking.