" I answer, "Just feel a bit queasy." I wander back down the hall. I hear voices coming from inside a room. I step inside. "OK Jimmy, just do whatever... you want." I hear a male voice say. I hear a guitar start to strum a lazy rhythm. As the drums kick in, I hear a singer. The voice sounds familiar but I can't see the singer. The room is packed with women. They are literally four or five deep around the singer. All I can hear is the man start to sing... Oh John, look at you sittin' in that. A: Ever had someone who could go on licking you for an hour and so until you ask him to stop?V: That’s bullshit. No guy likes to do that.A: Try me then.V: Do you think I would miss out on such an opportunity, especially when I have so much inner craving?Soon our sex conversations became regular. She regularly visited different locations in Bangalore. So we decided one fine day we would meet at a place. We would book different rooms since she wanted to keep it discreet, and then we went to the. . . be . . . home,’ he finished with a muffled groan of pain and regurgitated a small spill of blood. The orderly looked up at the Nurse, his eyes suddenly reddening, the name reminded him of his own wife and family back Stateside, holding his tears back with an effort. It was rare for this to happen, but his own daughter’s name was Cassandra, and it had struck home, reminding him how far away he really was. The sweat pouring down her face made it hard to tell if the Nurse was also crying or. “That’s not the point” I said, half heartedly scolding her. “Go on with you” she said “You’ll be wanting to fuck me next” Unbelievable!….but she was right never the less. Taking my hand she guided me into her candle lit bedroom. Scent from them burning slowly added atmosphere to the room. She had it all planed out that was for sure. I thought to myself, “Just go with the flow Jake, because she is going to have you one way or another anyway.She motioned me to sit on a chair whilst she sexily.