The sound of breaking glass beakers fills his ears as they smash all around him. Smoke fills his nostrils as some of the chemicals combine. The last t...hing he remembers is his throat and nose burning, a sudden painful throbbing in his head, then blackness.He opens his eyes and as looks around him, he sees that he's in a hospital room, a nurse nearby checking on beeping instruments. He lets out a deep breath, which catches the nurse's attention. She immediately hits the intercom button and calls. A lot of people used it as a party area, as it was fairly well shielded from the road and not very brightly lit.One August night I woke to the sound of Dave Mathiews, playing at near concert-volume outside my window. I like the music, but at four AM on a work night all it did was piss me off. I peeled the bedsheet off of my body and, without my glasses, made my way to the kitchen window to see what the hell was going on.Through the window I could see the offending party, a car parked parallel. Ik probeer in te schatten waar jij vandaag het meest van kan genieten. Er zijn wat dat betreft wat keuzes, jij of ik, bed of gang.Ik doe mijn kleding uit, leg het op de stoel en besluit op het bed te gaan liggen. Mijn enkels leg ik vast en een van mijn polsen ook. Beneden hoor ik de deur en geroezemoes en hoor je ook een stop maken. Je komt de trap op en ziet mij naakt met een gezwollen penis op bed liggen. Je glimlacht en laat een goedkeurend kreunend geluid horen. Voordat ik ook maar iets kan. "So, you reallythink I look all right?" I asked her with serious concern in my voice. "Well, if your goal was to look like a hot teen-aged babe, I'd sayyou've outdone yourself," she said and laughed yet again. I wasn'treally sure just what my goal had been. I only knew that I wanted tolook "pretty". Was that so wrong? Darla sat there looking out across thepool. "How're things going with you and Sarah?" I asked her in my feebleattempt to make small talk. "They're ok, I guess?" she replied. I.