It's happened a few times with other bands that passed through. They gave me the best two hours of my life—or, let's be honest, the best night of my life—and then they were on their way out the door with a thank you, ma’am. That’s the beauty of it, though. I got mine. They got theirs—multiple times. Threesomes. Foursomes. Hell, even some fivesomes. It didn't fucking matter. Freedom liberated every inch of me. Oh, and the orgasms were nice, too. Nothing beats multiple partners at one time. Some call it being a whore, but I call it sexually freeing. Fuck the labels!
