When I finally managed to open my eyes, I saw her opposite me. She had globs of semen all over her, in her hair, on her forehead, dripping off the tip... of her chin, and on her chest. She was a sticky cum-covered mess and I thought sure as hell she was going to be pissed. But she started laughing at the shocked expression on my face and asked, "How long has it been since you've gotten off, honey?" Before I could answer her, I heard someone coming from around the front of the bar and in a deep. What amazed me most of all was that a Rock Music Critic had even heard of Crystal Passion. By then the band was almost entirely forgotten. If our music was likely to be heard anywhere it would be on obscure late-night music shows on BBC Radio 6 or X-FM. It wasn’t old enough to profit from the Prog revival and not contemporary enough to be considered alt-folk or electro-acoustic art music. But here was Sally Tyrant laying into those musicians and bands she deemed traitors to the cause of Rock. A couple minutes passed and I saw Stephen fidgeting out of the corner of my eye, I glanced over at him and he had once again pulled his penis out of his pants and was stroking it once again.I was fixated on the size of it; it looked to grow bigger with each and every stroke he made. "Do you want to touch it" Stephen said almost laughing as he said it, snapping me out of my thoughts. I quickly glanced back to the television screen as thoughts flooded my mind, did I want to touch it? Would it. She just smiled and went about doing her stuff.I had been trying to see if there was anybody in my class I liked enough to go to the Prom with - and after an hour of analysis, I could come up with only one conclusion - Dad was the only one left on the list. I had unconsciously selected my Dad as the criterion for choosing my date, and ended up with every other name on the list crossed out. I dwelt on it, and before I knew it, I had admitted to myself that I was in love - with my father! Not.