I saw the double bass stand tall in the corner of the room. The torn and battered leather of the case looked like it had been around the world a few t...imes. In fact, it had, probably more times than I had masturbated.He immediately opened the case and extracted the double bass from it. He positioned it in front of me and played a few jazz riffs before spinning it around and playing a few more, always smiling, feeling the music rather than just playing it. I watched in awe at the way he. Moaning, I swirled my tongue over the head, lapping at the musty liquor seeping out of the little slit."Much better, slave." He stroked my hair.I took the upper hand off, took his head into my mouth, wrapped my lips around the shaft and sucked as hard as I could. With cheeks hollowing, I pushed my head down on him until it touched my throat. A wave of heat engulfed me. I pulled off of him and cried out as a powerful orgasm rushed through me."My little slave is wonderfully responsive. You were. Other times still, you fly past the city itself and awaken as the city slips from your view. And, this knowledge fills you with something beyond the peace, tranquility and wonder. It fills you with regret, for you know this dream will be like the others, and you will wake up long before you reach the city itself. Indeed, you have dreamed this exact dream many, many times before, and never once have you reached the city.As you begin to resign yourself to once again awakening, unfulfilled in your. There is a saying: The family that fucks together - sticks together. As I'm excluded from the family games - I now see myself excluded entirely from the family.WHO IS WATCHING UNCLE HAROLD'S HOUSE?Good Bye.Bob (If you remember - Robert Dawlish)"I left the note in the middle of my desk, and as an after thought - I left my cell phone on the note. This was the only way we used to communicate, and now that is closed down also.There was one more thing I decided to do. I called a taxi to the house.