’ Michael laughed softly and shook his head, ‘Which is it?’ ‘The novella,’ she replied. ‘All semester then.’ – ‘Do you believe in... the idea of a muse?’ I asked Chris late one night as we were falling asleep. ‘Like a little fairy that sits on your shoulder and tells you what to do?’ he replied sarcastically. ‘Forget it.’ I didn’t tell him about Michael. I didn’t tell him about the way he’d made my heart jump when I looked into his speckled green eyes or the way my skin tingled when his. She looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders. Within seconds his hard cock was out and Shannon was on her knees, money already having crossed hands and here she was, my 19 year old girlfriend sucking off my 45 year old uncle while my mum, his sister, sat in the next room.Within a few minutes, he started buckling at the knees and Shannon started making guttural sounds, she was swallowing every drop he had to offer. My mum never came into the kitchen but I'm sure she knew, and heard, what. He sat down. He put his hand down to try to feel what he was sitting on, but his hand continued, encountering nothing. Evidently, there was nothing for him to feel. He sat on ... nothing.For a moment, he considered that. Something was wrong. Well, there were several things wrong, the sea of white in every direction only one. Another was the continuous screaming, without any real change and without pauses for breath. There was also what was missing. He felt ... nothing. There was no frustration.. I was ecstatic little Sophia or Rosa hadn’t shoved that big pistol up my ass.When I got back to my house there were no squad cars, and no Mafia cars, only two hungry girls. They dug into the food while I poured the wine. Rosa said between bites, “I think I may have figured out a way to save your ass… Uh, what is your name anyway?”“Michael Rossini. I told her. “Oh, good!” Rosa squealed. “We’re partway there already! How much money are you worth, Michael? I’m talking every cent, if you want to.