The car was comfortable and the driver looked very seductive. She was a slim 40-year-old woman and looked perfect, much younger than her real age was.... Her name was Martha. We didn’t talk on the way. The radio was on and some slow music was playing.When we drove into the city the question rose where she would drop me off. I told her any place would be suitable for me. Martha offered me to go to her apartment first, to have a cup of tea and talk about our stay at the country house. Of course it. Although I had played with myself from time to time,this was beyond anything I had ever experienced.Nothing seemed to exist but the overwhelming ecstasythat was focused on my core. I know I must havethrashed and screamed, but I don’t recall any of that –only the echoes of that monumental come.I have no idea how long it lasted – hours, maybe – butmy next memory is of floating, my breathing stillragged, and becoming aware that the flower’s organ wasnow thrusting. The world is a poorer place without Techsan and I am a richer man for his touch upon my life. I have no editor so all mistakes are mine. I welcome any and all feedback to improve and appreciate. The story is finished and submitted one chapter a day. *** A Meeting of the Minds The next morning before our walk I stumbled down the stairs to check if my inside contact had e-mailed me. If he replied with the information I needed the walk-talk would prove interesting indeed. My heart skipped and my. There are thousands of samples in the sequencer. So, that gives Amy plenty of opportunities to make something great, or totally trash. I recorded my kit anyway, so they would be there. I will make my own mix after Amy makes hers. Anyway, just to get the drum tracks, takes up most of the day.I will try to use Friday to lay down my guitar tracks. Then Sunday, we can concentrate on a bass track, a lead track, and then vocals, both lead and backing. This will be the session that Amy will.