VICKIE
After Vickies' divorce she called the wife.

"Hi, Jo," she said, conversationally. "Is the Cheese home?"

"Look, Victoria Jean," Jo bit off the words angrily. "I know what you want and I'm not giving him up."

"Jo, I want him. You don't stand a chance," bragged Vickie, "And don't call me that! You sound like my mother!"

Poor Victoria Jean...I was working in Texas and didn't have a clue she wanted me. I will have to admit the night she came to the "slumber party" will remain one of my more romantic adventures. So... let us relive those golden days of yesteryear...

You remember last time: Roy was stuck on the cliff and the dog, Rinie, was trying to get Silver, the horse, to back up to the edge so he could get the rope off the saddle and drop the end of the rope to Roy...No! Wait! Wrong movie...wrong cast...oopsie. Sheesh, your memory sucks. I know, I know, I know. I forgot to take my memory medicine. Well...get it together old man...Ok ok...I'm trying. (Fade to the Park)
Ah, there we are...the park, the swings, the teeter totter, Kurt, Jo, Vickie and me...and Mr. Ott driving slowly away. Mr. Ott had just told me we were keeping Kurt and Vickie for the night because Carol, Vick and Kurts mom, was "busy" tonight. Oh...for having had six kids, Carol is a hottie...I just had to toss that in!

Are we seated comfortably? Then I'll begin...

"She's going to teach me to deep throat. She's going to teach me to deep throat. Jo. is. going. to. teach. me. to. deep. throat," sang Vickie. "And let me borrow the King Cheese to practice on. How wonderful!"

Minutes later, she and Kurt are both really tripping. Kurt is doing a lot of Wows, Cools and Far Outs and chatting with the Ents. Vickie has rediscovered her nipples..she's trying to pull one off to see how it's buttoned on. Every time she pulls one, her shorts get wetter. Jo is chatting with her alternate realities. I have defeated the closet monsters.

We really need to get back to Harry's Apartments. Even the monsters agree.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, ROAR, rumble, rumble...Ah...I know that rumble...IT'S BILL! Yea!!

"Hi Bill. We need a ride in your fine Dodge," then I beg, "Can you take us home?"

"Pile in," said Bill. "The Cheese gets shotgun."

"Whoa," I said. "Did you bring one?"

Bill sort of ...pauses ...and re-examines the troupe.

"I get it," like he was making an earth shaking discovery. "You guys are tripping. Got any more?"

Kurt said. "Sure, Five bucks. You can have it when we get to Harry's Apartments." Kurt doesn't approve of Bill. Bill spent his college money on a 1966 Dodge 426 Hemi.

"Education should come first!" Kurt told me that a month ago when he saw the car.

Now Vickie sees it. She quits jerking her nipple,

"Oooo...RED...that's RED, really RED, really, really really red." She bats her lashes, "Can I have a ride?"

Her nipples are popped out and bright red from pulling on them. She pushes her barely clothed chest in Bill's face and giggles. Bill is stuttering and drooling and generally excited, "Sure you can."

"Thank you," bat bat bat rub rub rub, "I appreciate it," she said with all the promise of future sexual adventure in her voice.

Kurt looked at Bill, looked at Vickie, looked at me and said, "Bill, this is my little sister and I'm not sure I want to introduce you to her."

Remember, Kurt is six foot seven...Bill is five eight, but smooth with women. You can tell right off Kurt isn't happy, and this is doing bad things to his trip. However, Vickie introduces herself, calls Bill by name and offers her hand. Smooth Bill kisses it, all the while looking directly at her tits. I make a private bet with myself...Bill won't notice her blue green eyes for two weeks. I won!

Eventually, we all get in the car. Vickie gets in the back seat behind Bill, Kurt sits in the middle of the back, and Jo sits behind me. We're off! Jo is doing her best to smooth out Kurt's trip, Kurt is trying not to cum! Vickie is back to unbuttoning her nipples, the closet monsters are riding on the trunk and I'm flying!

I know some people don't like others to write about drugs...tough rocks...stop reading or skip to the next hard return. Acid is a personal drug. Your personality causes the direction of changes. Assholes are still assholes. Nice guys are still nice. If you're a scatterbrain...you really scatter. Bill is a flake in real life...he gets flakier. Kurt will not ride with Bill when they're both tripping. I'm ...ok...with it...sorta'. Bill has pulled a couple of REALLY FLAKEY stunts while we were tripping, so I worry.

Ya see, acid gets you high in levels. The Moody Blues album Days of Future Past really does a good job of presenting the steps. If one drops at the beginning of the Album, one tends to hit the first plateau with the song Tuesday Afternoon

Tuesday afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see,
now I'm on my way
It doesn't matter to me,
chasing the clouds away.

Something,
calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear,
explain it all with a sigh?

I'm looking at myself reflections of my mind,
It's just the kind of day to leave myself behind.
So gently swaying through the fairyland of love,
If you'll just come with me you'll see the beauty of

Tuesday afternoon,
Tuesday afternoon.

Tuesday,
afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see,
now I'm on my way.
It doesn't matter to me,
chasing the clouds away.

Something,
calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear, explain it all with a sigh?

I always got the first rush with the line, now I'm on my way

Now I'm at the elevator stage.

"First floor. Returns and Refunds." says my head, it usually takes a few minutes to return the baggage and get rid of the governmental lies.

"Going up. Second Floor, Colors, Flags, and Motion." Ah... colors, patterns, and wavy things. Adjust to the level. This is where I really got to love the American Flag.

"Going up. Third Floor, Real Things. Trees, Grass, Water, Sunlight, Stars, Moonlight. Snow. Northern Lights. Naked Running. No need to rush...we'll wait while you shop."

"DING"

Aw, heck I was having fun

"Going up. Forth Floor. Touching, Feeling, Kissing.

Oh yeah! This is good!

"Going up. Fifth Floor. Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Irrumatio, Analingus. (Sucking, Licking ,Rimming for you country folks.)"

"Going up. Sixth Floor. Penetration."

"Going up 7th up 8th up 9th up 10th up 11th. Ejaculation and Female Orgasm."

The problem here is I'm not done...there's still three or four hours to go and I need something to do.

"Going up. 12th Floor. Music."

Ah...perfect! Music can and does combine all the floors. One can do it all with music.

But ya know...that was 45 years ago and I don't miss it. Some time, sooner or later, you have to grow up. I worry about people who still drink in binges. If you're over 40 and you still binge drink, you have a problem.

Oops...soapbox, Sorry.

We're home! Harry's Apartments.

"Hey," said Kurt, "keep Bill out of the bedroom for a bit. Jo, I need an aspirin and some sandpaper. I gotta fix Bill some acid."

HE GOT OFF ON IT!! Poor Bill. Tripping on aspirin.

Bill said he had to go pick up his "set of tits." I've seen her...she is that. So he left. In the meantime, Kurt is listening to The Beatles and getting into the Coke (soda) he took from the fridge. Vickie is whispering to Jo and pretty soon, Jo drags me to the bathroom. "Shower! Quick!"...and Vick off to the bedroom. Jo hollers at Kurt but he just waves her off.

"Go ahead, I'm busy. The Cheese is behind. Catch him up."

Thanks Kurt!

"Vickie, let's get you out of those clothes, I think the shorts and panties need washing." Jo cracks up, "you are a wicked woman, Vickie. You're Commando and you smell so good! King Cheese, lick her up and get her ready!"

"Yes, Ma'am, Thank you Ma'am! May I have another?"

Well, it might not be funny now but, it was funny at the time.

"Jo," said Vickie, "Kurt doesn't like to lick me, but I love what the Cheese is doing to my box."

My motto is, "Show me a husband, boyfriend, lover who doesn't eat pussy and I'll show you a woman whose affections I can steal." I make up in tongue what I'm missing in dick size. Vick is getting sloshy. Things are getting active!

"Shit!! I think she broke my nose!"

She didn't, so I rode her out until she collapsed.

Jo said, "Good one! Just like you give to me. Good boy!"

Kurt came running in the room, "damn Sam! Who got killed!"

"It's Ok, Kurt. The Cheese was just being good to Vick."

"Jeasus! It sounded like you guys were cutting her tits off!"

"She'll be fine in a few minutes. I think he bit her clit on her fifth orgasm."

I grinned, "You know me so well, Jo."

"You two go listen to music. Cheese. Get me that big polish from the fridge...it's lesson time. Thank you, now scoot!"

Just about then, we heard footsteps thumping up the stairs and somebody banging on the door. I answered the door to see the neighbor standing there.

"What did you do?" He asked, "kill her?"

I laughed. "Nope, just found a new pleasure spot. She should wake up soon."

Jo came staggering out of the bedroom, shaking her head and shrugging into her robe. (Jo is a great actress) She grabbed me and kissed me and turned to the neighbor, "Want me to explain to your wife how he did that?"

"I think I already know," as he sniffed my face.

"Yup," I said, "but you have to bite too."

As he took the stairs two at a time, we could hear him hollering at his wife, "Get yer clothes off, darlin'! I'm gonna send you to the moon!"

We all broke up! Kurt and I went to the living room and listened to the Beatles, played with the kaleidoscope, and this new thing Jo bought. The new thing had three different weights of sand...all three had different colors of blue and by tilting back and forth you could make waves. That was fun. Meanwhile, Vickie recovered.

"Wow! I've never felt anything like that before," she said. "He's wonderful."

"Yep, and I'll share but he's mine," granted Jo. "Just don't go getting all misty eyed over him."