Back to my prelonged span of flashbacks. The gap was about 2.5 months and I apologise for this. I wanted it to be much later but however I was forced into sharing my personal and vivid memories with people. Moving on...

I shall carry on from where I left on. Yes indeed I have made many new and vibrant friends and I shall proceed to elaborate on each of them and their distinct features. First there was Henry. He was aneroxic and therefore extremely thin. All skin and bones, and no extra fat at all. He was therefore christened stickman. His skills in bed on the other hand, was unbelievable. Although we have all graduated from the Institution, I still remember very clearly the day I invited him over for some frisky fun. We lay on the bed just staring at the ceiling for about... 69 minutes. And then Henry lost control. He was a complete animal. Oh how he tossed and turned, screaming at every thrust. I just took it all in with amazemet. Then, with his final thrust, he managed to successfully smack the fly on my table. It dropped dead onto my table. He had killed all the bugs in my bedroom just like I told him to. Mission accomplished and I sent him home smiling.

And then there was Mary. In my entire span of life, I have never met anyone as skillful and subtle as Mary. Moreover, Mary was twice as energetic as Henry. I still remember one of the many activities which I enojyed with Mary. She always was able to swallow everything I threw at her. No matter how fast or deep it went, she still managed to place it accurately in her mouth. Yea... she was naturally good at that exhilarating game....Frisbee. Mary was blonde, and being young, she loved to utilize her tongue in every activity. When living it up with Mary, you can be sure that it will always end with a quick lick of her tongue. She liked to be on all fours and this was usually quite a great experience. Yes.. I liked Mary as she never spoke. Whenever she opened her mouth, only primal noises emitted. I found this extremely appealing and it gave her an animalistic quality. Sigh... I remember te first time I met Mary. It was at the SPCA and she cost me only $69.69. Mary, my pet golden retriever.

With a loud thud, I landed on the hard pavement floor. I was relatively unhurt as my head cushioned the fall. Standing up, I noticed that the government had painted the ground around me a bright red. Almost like... blood. Smiling at the authorities's brisk and well-judged decision, I walked off in pursuit of Jubs. Strangely, after a few steps, I lost consciousness and fell to the floor unconscious. Never really figured out why though...