Chapter Thirty
We did go dancing, had to burn the adrenaline, neurons off.
We ended up at Taboo, another Disco maddening, throbbing lights, blaring music. The usual bacchanal orgy all fueled by drugs, alcohol, hormones, silicone and testosterone.
We had a hoot, ME, of course being the center of all worlds.
JUST KIDDING. Well not really, I’m bloody unbalanced, never said I wasn’t.
The usual suspects were there, semi naked show girls, strippers, c**k tail waitresses, young, young, everywhere. Lots a Metro Males, coiffed, plucked, deodorized, effeminate all playing their James Dean roles and me with the only stud in the bunch, my lovely and reborn hard again, black man, King.
I of course, went insane, dirty dancing, straddling Kings-knee.
There they we’re, miles of legs, heels, screami
