" I had indeed choked down a half cooked hamburger with a coke. It was not enjoyable at all probably because I didn't have any fond memories like it t...o pull up from the muck that was my past. It seemed that there had never been anything pleasurable about half heated, stale burgers, and almost warm coke from a plastic bottle. I had a feeling that it would be the same when I pulled up a MRE memory when next I tried one of those.We were several hundred miles into the trip when Sylvia dozed off. It. She had her head propped up with several pillows. I was sitting in a chair by the side of the bed, so she was elevated above me, and looking down, with a definite frown forming on her face."Mama, you can't go asking him those kinds of questions. It isn't any business of yours anyhow. Eddie and I don't need any help protecting ourselves that way." Dale had leaned in from the foot of the bed, placing a hand on her mother's foot, and shaking it to get her mother's attention as she spoke."You don't. "When we reached our bedroom, that bastard nigger ordered me:"Man, get your wife's cunt ready for me while she sucks my dick”I did as I was told and after a while, he told me to have a look at my wife's mouth sliding up and down his rock hard black."You are a lucky bastard… your slut wife is a terrific cocksucker…”When they were ready for more action, Ana told me sit by the bed on a chair, to get a good view of what was to happen. I sat down as my wife lay down on the bed. Her lover got on top. Orpheus knew if he stopped typing the whole thing could crash. Everything he had typed so far would be deleted, so he just had to keep going. "Only three hundred and seven characters left to type," he thought to himself. But still, there was no sign of Eurydice. Only Death. The Lady Death. Orpheus wasn't sure if Eurydice was actually death herself, that she only appeared beautiful and full of love for him. To be honest, Orpheus was confused about just about everything.All the stories he.