I go back into the house and start to serve drinks again. Watching all the action and offering drinks, but it seems everyone already has their mouth on one vessel or the other. I put down my tray and take a couple more drinks and look around for a something in which to quench my thirst. So much going on sucking there, fucking here I feel myself getting hard again and in need, but the last drink I had was too much. As I start to work my way through the room I begin to take off my clothes. As I'm walking i get dizzy and decide to sit on the floor, but instead I lie down on my back...and pass out...woody sticking straight up....

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Love...the slowest form of suicide.