" When I got your note, I cancelled our check-out. The room's still ours. Do you want to go there?" Yes, that's fine. How did you know I was here, Mar...y?" Some spy you'd make, writing a cell-phone number on hotel stationery."In their room, Mary hung out the Do Not Disturb sign. Ken went to the telephone and cancelled their flights. Then he said, "Anyone want coffee, food?" No, Ken, I've eaten." So have we."Hesitantly, Iris came toward the two of them. They took her in their arms and snuggled and. (And the girl wasn't me, either, despite everything you've beentold.) I'm talking about the other one. The one where they fucked each other. There's been a lot of lies and half-truths told about that show. Let me tell you what really happened.It was April or May, 1977. (Or it might have been 1978. I don't know. I don't keep a diary.) They were playing at some dump in Tampa, of all places. About half-an-hour into the show, some fat asshole in the back yelled, "Go fuck yourselves, faggots!". "I need to rent theapartment next door." He said with a smile. "Two hot brunettes, andtwins no less, in the same apartment, you're going have guys lined uparound the block trying to get in here." I can take care of myself, now what the fuck do you want K." Faithsaid annoyed."I am sure you can, but even a vampire slayer can use a little help attimes. And that's why I am here, to offer you my services." Well, if I need anyone shot, you'll be the first one I call." Faithsaid as she went to close. I scream for what seems like ten minutes. My mind is exploding with pain from his Popsicle dildo. I want to die. He holds it in place for what seems like an hour, the cold radiating out into my abdomen, ass and thighs. My pussy is numb, frozen. I feel I am dying. I wish it was true. I wish hard to die. Tears stream onto the sheet. It is 1:58 on the clock. The Popsicle is gone, finally. The lights suddenly vanish. He has left me alone, in the dark, in tears, in agony, screaming. A few minutes.