After tea there was the regular knock on the door. It was Tuesday and that meant film and chips night at Jamies. This was the boys routine. Jamie’s ...amily had a VHS player and we’d all go round and watch a hired film every Tuesday evening. Jamie’s dad would always be down the pub and Jamie’s mum would go drive into town to buy everyone chips at 8pm, every Tuesday, regular as clockwork.This time the girls were there too. Jamie’s mum didn’t seem fazed, didn’t seem miffed she’d have to buy even. “The fugue state that I can enter where only most basest part of my intelligence acts. My id. I am reduced to pure, animalistic emotions. Rage, lust, hunger. I will keep going, my conscious, higher level intelligence unable to seize control. I am a passenger riding upon a spooked horse, unable to stop, not knowing if I will be thrown and die or if the ride will come to a peaceful stop. Exhaustion, severe wounds, or satiating of lusts is all that will stop me.”He held up his hands, staring at. “Why don’t you stand up and we’ll see what happens” I said. Margit and I stood in front of her. “Hey Marg, why don’t you start” “Okay why not” she replied. She started to unbutton Kim’s blouse and slip it off. There they were those lovely tits we had admired for ages and no bra, her nipples stood out like obedient little soldiers.“Hmmm You look like you need some fun looking at those lovely nipples” Margit said. Then leaned forward and started to suck her left tit gently, I watched for a minute. "Ich atmete auf. Gott sei Dank, er wusste nichts. Und zugleich merkte ich, wie schon allein die Erwähnung des Namens Ben meinen Blutdruck steigen ließ.„Ja, ja", bestätigte ich schnell. „Ja, Ben hat kurz nach mir gesehen. Nett von ihm."„Ich habe noch mit ihm gesprochen. Er meint, Du hättest Dir zu viel zugemutet. Er hat Dir was gespritzt, nicht?"„Was?" Wieder schreckte ich hoch.„Das meinte er: dass er Dir was gespritzt hat. Eine Spritze gegeben."Oh Ben, dieses Schwein. Ich konnte mir genau.