Pop and Pull. Pop and Pull. Daddy was feeling both pleasure and pain.Dad: Hold on for a second.Sammy: What, Daddy?Dad: It is time for the Dolly juic... to come out but I need to warn you that my Dolly makes a lot more juice than Chucky’s Dolly. For that reason, I want you to just open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I’ll get the Dolly to spray you. I still want you to swallow what goes in your mouth but a lot of it is going on your face. Is that OK?Sammy: Anything you say Daddy. . One in your pussy, one in your ass for the ride homeYou pull your wet shorts down and do it, the bananas mash a bit, but as we drive towards home, you are filled, a genuine banana split. Fuck you are such a slut Laura, you are up to anything I suggest.After a while I turn off the road to a wooded spot I know, one with lots of grass, and nobody. We put leashes on the dogs and tie to a tree. I have you sit on the truck seat, your legs on my shoulders as you bear down, and push the banana split. The rear of the tour bus had once been a bar area, now modified for instrument storage and as a space where a person could lie down on a nest of pillows and nap – two, if they were friendly – known as the Love Shack. He noted the white rag that indicated it was in use was not in place and idly wondered which pair of steaming teenage hormones would next occupy it. He felt a hand shove him sideways from behind as a foot tripped him. Losing his balance, he fell across the lap of Denise Danton, a. "I hope you won't be needing these." She slipped the sleeping pills into her pocket.I started to object, then I dropped my gaze. I'd been caught, and I knew it. Slowly, everything started to come unglued; it felt as if every stitch of my life's tapestry were coming unfurled at once. My mind reeled under the assault of a year's worth of bad memories. And then, somehow, the dark clouds of my mind parted for a second, illuminating my intentions, and I staggered in the sudden light. I started.