The drinks flowed freely there and we were having a great time at the roulette wheel when she leaned over and whispered into my ear, “How about a li...tle side bet on this spin.” I looked at her and raised an eyebrow at her, “What did you have in mind?” She gave me a sexy ass smile and said, “If I win, I want a full body massage with a happy ending tonight.” “Done,” I said. “And if you win, what do you want,” she asked. I sat and made her think I was thinking of what I could want when I already. She relaxed her hands, an invitation for me to continue. She tipped her head down and watched as about half of his dick slowly disappeared into her. I bent and kissed her lips, waiting for a sign that she was ready for more. She kissed back.Then she wrapped her arms around me. Holding me tight she wrapped her legs around his waist. She began rolling her hips from side to side. Pulling me deeper. It was overwhelming for both of us.Together we pushed it in until she was stretched tight around the. Of course, they could get away with doing that, because the only people who would scream negative thoughts would be history professors, and nobody paid any attention to them, anyway.Now that the concept team had something to work with, they were able to outline several possible episodes. They could clean those up and present them to the executives of Mutual TV Syndicate. Everybody heaved a sigh of relief, because they now had done their job, and, if the show was popular, they might even scarf a. That silent, grotesque lump of God-given clay yet to be molded, for all hope, to die in the dust with the humming of the cortex, those strange fibers of consciousness wrestling angsty teenage love, my sweet Kimberly… she’d dated someone I’d thought my friend. Society’s law kept me from killing him. I would wake up in the night and punch the floor in anguish, homoerotic fear and shame… I killed him a thousand times over in my mind…. His form extinguished by the hood of my car raging into him.