“Party Patrol in the house,” they said as they introduced a guy they called “Blaze.” Blaze was easily as old if not older than my Aunt Samanth...a. He was balding and wore a sports jacket. He apparently sold cars somewhere nearby and had brought not only all the wine coolers the girls could drink but serious hard liquor. They had bottles of vodka, schnapps, and bourbon as well as things to mix them with. Blaze seemed like he might have been the living embodiment of Leisure Suit Larry.Blair seemed. "Ben teased, "The news that we screwed each other's brains out!"I punched his arm and responded, "No my silly lover! The news that you have feeling below the level of your back injury."I quickly adjusted my clothes, opened the door and Ben's primary nurse scolded, "What were you two doing?"I replied, "We were screwing each other's brains out."She scoffed, "Yeah right! Do not lock this door again!"I turned and as I left and saw a big smile on my Ben's face from what I had told the nurse. Now to. As the crowd made their way to their cars, I nervously walked over to offer her my sympathy. “Nikki, I wish there was something I could do or say to make all of this go away.” She gave me a friendly hug and said “Thank you.” Wanting to do something, anything, to ease her mind, I offered her my business card and told her “I know that things are going to be rough for you over the next several months, so if there is ANYTHING you need, ANYTHING, please give me a call.” Nikki took the card, looked. Earlier that day, Tim had e-mailed me and told me to go to a bookstore and buy a porn magazine. He also wrote that he was going to phone me and I had to be alone in my room, with only the phone and that magazine. He didn't give me many details so I was really curious what this was all about. I mean, I had my suspicions but still, you never know with guys!"Did you flip through the pages?" Tim's voice went right through me."Yes, very quickly actually to see what all was there." I opened the.