Meat Puppets

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

The middle of the night dilemma: Orgasm had relaxed me and a panic attack had cranked me right back up. So, what to do?

Colin gave me a sip of whisky out of his metal flask and ordered me to lie back down. He proceeded to walk the heels of his hands up and down my spine until I was physically relaxed again. Mentally I had woken up enough to start wondering where Ziggy was and then the reflex kicked in that if I didn’t know where Ziggy was, I probably wasn’t supposed to know.

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