He'd learned to tolerate rap, death metal, and everything in between, but still loved the simple honesty of the music that had been his only source of... entertainment as a boy.Levall, Texas, his next destination, was some six hundred miles to the south. The terrain after Denver was mostly flat and reminded him of home. Funny how it had taken leaving, he thought, to realize that Fort Stockton and West Texas really was home.He didn't mind that he'd be taking a two-year detour to Northwestern Texas. Nibbling harder now her breath grew more rugged, he looked up to see the list on her face, her lips pouted lightly, her face flushed red, she smirked down at him, and as she looked him in the eyes she brought his hands up to her mouth, taking one of his fingers she gently licked it, lightly kissed the top her tongue slid across it, he felt his groin tighten, she knew what she was doing to him and she loved it. She was now gently sucking it her tongue working as she did, he groaned still looking. "We both repaired to the order of the multi-constituted novitiates and sisters to consider our weaknesses and the good sisters did their best to relax our tired souls with their feminine favors in private concert. I personally took a pair of French nuns with shaved slits to my bed and alternated them until I lost all sense of identity between them. My only source of contrast was the fact that the shorter one had a brown eye of extremely tight construction and the other one was able to open her. With my husband as it turns out, the original Monsters. His building a studio in the same home as my husband. His retreating here with us. Collaborating with my husband. Best friends again. I was close for my first feature, and it was a good thing. That wouldn’t work anymore.”“So invite someone down here,” Moe suggested.“Who?” Cheryl asked.“What about Melanie?” Joe suggested.“She doesn’t even like Eddie’s music.”“So she wouldn’t gush.”Joe and Cheryl laughed. “You, know, what the fuck,” said.