We want to thinkthat we are special. The fact that nobody looked at me closely enough to notice that I wasnot the man I used to be was a strange sort ...of confirmation that I wasnot so special after all. It made me regret asking Natalie about athreesome, even though I was half joking at the time. Did that hurt herin any way?My imagination ran away with me. Was this all an elaborate trick toteach me a lesson? Her best friend was holding onto my DNA. I would haveto get her to change me back. And here she was almost twenty years and a half dozen relationships ofvarying intensity later contemplating going back to the beginning. ~Youmust be bloody mad girl. He's probably married with kids by now. Whatthe hell would he make of some long forgotten girlfriend turning up tosay hi?~ She snorted at her perverse reverse logic or whatever it wasand almost without thinking stuck the spoon in the bucket and wanderedto her little home office to grab a pen and pad. ~So what do you remember about. “Like that?” he asked, toying with me. “Choke the shit outta me!” I commanded him. He smiled and got turned on and fucked me harder and harder as he put more and more pressure onto my throat and squeezed harder and harder. The harder he choked me that more I wanted it. I nearly blacked out as he was getting ready to cum inside me and stopped choking me. It was a great feeling as the blood rushed throughout my body. He pushed my legs back and pounded my asshole, sweat pouring from his body. I, on the other hand, seem to have found my asshole switch ... and threw it."No." Please." No. I'm going to Marshall Music."Just about then Millard ... you know, Dean ... Millard said, "Marshall moved." Oh?" I asked."Yeah." he chuckled, "To Frandor."June looked inordinately pleased about that.Dean ... you know, Millard ... said, "Your mother called. No Drums!"Aaarrgghh.I had to call the airport, Charley said he'd pick us up on the north end of the center ... aaarrrggghhh ... Marshall was on the.