It was chaos of the most beautiful kind. His hand crashed down onto the guitar strings as he screamed his soul out at the assembled mass. ‘He’, wa... Johnny Chaos, he fronted Social Suicide, and anarchist punk band that always seemed to be on the cusp of getting properly ‘somewhere’. He stoop, stage centre, holding his Les Paul dressed in two-tone brothel creepers, tight black jeans and a studded black denim vest over his t-shirt. His hair stood charged on end proudly, black bar a white off. I asked "which did you do" she replied "oh I did the glory-hole room, there I can concentrate on my pleasure". Then she walked away.I gulped down the drink (a mistake, but no going back) and strutted down the hall to the room marked Glory-holes. Going through the door I started to feel the tequila, I suddenly had to pee which meant going back out and finding tee loo, no gender on them any more, just a sign in multiple languages forbidding sex in there. Rushing back to the glory-hole room I. Of course, the real tradition is "Duty, Honor, Country." I guess it sounds pretty trite — just nice-sounding words.All I can say is Lt. Callahan's actions exemplified that motto the other day. We were in a terrible jam. I can't give you the details but we were going to be wiped out. Lt. Callahan, all alone, charged an enemy machine gun that had been chopping us up. He dumped in a grenade and wiped them out. Then he singlehandedly took out most of the rest of the enemy who were shooting us up.. We soon stopped to catch our breath. I pulled Selina to me and kissed her long and deep. I lay there enjoying the feeling of her in my arms her breast against my chest I could feel both of our hearts beating, her head below my chin her right leg across my waist. We lay like that till we dozed off.Selina woke me as she was getting up, The sun was just coming up and we were both a little chilly. She took my hand as I got up and led me to her bedroom, we climbed in her bed she backed into my belly.