erich nods solemnly as dustyn describes the price if his knowledge. he assumes dustyn is good at what he does,so it makes sense that a symposium hosted by him would be exclusive. "ah,extensive!" erich repeats. it makes sense as well. "makes perfect sense. what is better than a single penis for research? TWO!!!" erch exclaims. he wasnt sure if dustyn and his husband really delved into threesome territories,so it was a safe bet to go with what he knew. two willys a night. "good call! "erich enthusiastically agrees. he had no appetite at all,but he was ready to get out of the room and take this show to the streets. they had the kind of high going on that needed the open air to contain it. the room was stuffy and erich didnt like the cube feeling of the air there. "we hit the casino. they have buffets and free drinks. dust,THIS is america. unfettered vice and greed. and by god, we are in the middle of it." erich was stuffing room keys,ash trays, several pages ripped out of the gideons' bible and stuffing them into his pockets. they were going to need to be prepared and have some items they could use to maintain when out among normal drunks of vegas. erich looks at dustyn when his singing is insulted. "the acoustics in this room are god damned lousy. eggshell paint?! that is a tone sponge!" erich defends his craft. reality is a bit different, its the copius amounts of cocaine he's done. he knows he is far too high and is tries to overcompensate in his singing.

erich is glad dustyn crawls across the floor. snipers have trouble hitting low targets. "its probably some asshole in cesar's palace doing this to us. we're going to go over there and blast him out of bed with the fire hose." erich screams from his back. blood is pouring from his forehead,it isnt made any better when he wipes his face with his hand. downwards. so his entire face is covered in blood. "riley? i dont want that tone deaf bastard touching me. i dont want to catch scott disease. i have a family now and i need to be talented!" erich protests,merging the rest of weekend into some blob of humanity in his mind as opposed to separate beings. erich lays on the floor in silence for a moment,trying to bring himself to some sort of reality, he opens an eye whos lid is heavy from rapidly coagulating blood. he also realizes a shirtless dustyn is laying on a shirtless him. this causes him to crack up laughing . "you have soft skin ,dust. "

"Yes....very soft. If im ever horribly burned,im listing yours as a the donor skin i want." Erich says in an overly creepy way. "It puts the lotion on it's skin...." He starts in a pretty convincing buffalo bill voice. Erich closes one of his eyes so he can focus on dustyn's hand. There was indeed a lot of blood on it. It couldn't be helped,they were just going to have go with it. " Jesus,i should be dead from that blood loss. You know i don't have much blood. Sprang a leak in 06 and never fixed it. We either fake our own deaths,or clean ourselves up. Im fine with either. But we're going to need to source some corpses and steal a tiger from Siegfried and Roy if we do the death thing." If anyone had a random plan for faking their own death,it was Erich. To him the idea of anyone wanting pictures of him seemed absurd. Erich circled the drain of the fame toilet but couldn't really be flushed into it. Erich wasn't one to be embarrassed easily, so he wasn't about to let a small man bouncing on top of him get the better of him. "Its the best 3 inches you'll ever find. You better not be a prude and not let me shoot it in your ear." Erich screams,equally loud. Oh what their neighbors must think.

"Fine. I guess I'll never get to be a burn victim,then.' Erich says with a sarcastic pout. He assumed dustyn was being silly with his answer as well. They we're pretty high,so maybe dustyn was serious. " i can't have your skin,you won't take your death with me..cmon dust. Are you really putting tiger stealing below meeting Madonna? I know you like her and all but..A LITERAL TIGER! It's like a kitty that kills you." Erich held no love for Madonna but sort of respected dustyn's devotion to her. So faking their deaths was out. Clean up it was. To bolster his interest in cleaning up,Erich grabbed a handful of coke from the bag and just inhaled it that way...eventually gagging and coughing a very expensive cloud into the room. Jesus...wow. He fans this away with both hands and stumbles to the bathroom,falling down and landing with his head in the small trashcan by the toilet. He is lucky,a few inches to the left and his head would have struck the toilet and probably killed him. With his head in the trashcan and rolling on his back like a half dead bug. "Let's break into housekeeping and liberate an entire case of hotel soap! Also,how have you not met Madonna yet? I'm surprised she hasn't searched out and feasted on you guys like she did Britney Spears. She is a God damned vampire." Erich says in a muffled voice.
While dustyn bounces on him,erich waves his hands. " im sorry! I can't get it up. It's not you,it's me. I'll finish by crying." He says loudly in between fits of laughter. There was a certain humor to having no reaction to something a lot of people would dream about.

"I love the little bastards too. But if they were bigger,house cats would kill us." Erich explains. This is actually something he thinks about a lot. Cats playing are adorable..but if the same creature was the size of a Labrador,it gets a lot less cute. "I love kitty ears.we need to find a cat to pet. There has to be one around here somewhere." Erich says and mentally adds cat petting to their list of things to do. In the bathroom Erich pulls himself to his feet,trashcan still on head. " i am iron man!" He croaks in a metallic voice. He can't see dustyn fall,but he hears it. "Mr conners, how can you say im ripped on coke?! Clearly your judgment is skewed." Erich speaks like an old southern lawyer before turnjng the shower on for dustyn. Waste not,want not. Dustyn was alrrady in the shower. It made sense.

"What? Im helping,God dammit. You couldn't reach the faucet controls from down there. I am Poseidon,let my wares wash you!" Erich cries out,moving his arms in mystical motions from outside the tub. Without the shower curtain pulled and along with dustyn's thrashing,water and blood are now everywhere. The white bath mat is Now a soggy light pink. "The hell im pulling your clothes off." Erich protests. Now the threat of paparazzi seeing them has infested his mind,so he cannot removed dustyn's trousers. " just keep them on. Vegas is hot as fuck. We go outside and we'll be dry in no time."

another wonderful evening with dustyn. marriage had made things even better between them. dallas had always heard the old saying that marriage changes things. this was usually said in a disparaging manner but his experience seemed the opposite. though the walls were good enough at trapping sounds,dallas was still doing his best to be quiet. nobody wanted a concerned child bursting through the door thinking one of their parents are hurt. dallas' breaths came back to a normal pace after a few moments. dustyn was amazing as always. dallas gives a little quiver as dustyn touches his scar. until meeting dusty,he never really considered it a scar. it just was...there. " we'll keep you on this side of the ocean. its anything but chic back there. i mean,not that i've ever seen any other than yours." he teases,running his hands through dustyn's soft hair. dallas gives dusty a kiss and a little nod. "of course its your turn. im not a love em and leave them sort.im not dallas conners,terrible husband. right?" he laughs and starts using long a slow strokes on his husband.

"I don't count Billy as a person." Dallas replies with a slight laugh. He was not too found of dustyn's friend,so the less said about him the better. He gives dustyn's bottom a little smack when he jokes about being adequate and not great. The going was easier when dusty changes position. " i guess this is adequate?" He jokes to dustyn,enjoying knowing he is responsible for the quicker breathing of dustyn. " come on,dust." He whispers as he speeds up.


Across town London, Erica and Gretchen are being being whisked into the hospital. Erica looks petrified when the doctor rolls up her gloves and tosses them in the trash.
"Well,miss Kobayashi....looks like your water has broke. " she starts.

Erica,who is realizing real fear at the moment, forgets that this is completely normal . "broken?! Oh God. Can it be fixed?!"

The doctor smiles and nods. " we're having a baby tonight,miss Kobayashi. We'll start by giving you an epidural. This will numb you from the waist down. It's just a small shot into your spine." The doctor says with the comfort of someone who has done this many times.

"My spine?! Are you some sort pf quack?! " Erica shrieks. Her eyes go wide when she sees the needle.

Gretchen ducks outside while Erica causes a scene . she dials dustyn and taps her foot. "Come on.come on....youre not supposed to have the ringer off.. Come the fuck on. " she pleads to the universe.

"gretchen? the fuck is gretch- oh!" dallas says in surprise. it took awhile to process just who dustyn was speaking of. usually it was one of the other weekend guys on the phone for him. "tell her i say hi." dallas laughs as he continues his work. it was lovably dirty to be pleasure dustyn while he was on the phone with someone.


"umm... yeah. everyone is fine." gretchen says,in a voice slightly higher pitched than usual.

inside the room,erica had been given her epidural and she sat very stiff in the bed. she had it in her head that the needle in her spine protruded from her back and she was scared of being paralyzed." gretch... Seikō... Watashi wa watashi no ashi o kanjiru koto ga dekimasen! fuck ,i cant feel my legs!" she screams out.


gretchen holds erica's hand and whispers," Daijōbu, amaimono. Anata ga suru koto ni natte inai. its ok,sweetie. you arent supposed to" she then speaks back into the phone to dustyn. "as you can hear,erica is scared shitless. we're here at the hospital and you guys probably had better get here soon."


erica screeches from the background,"Anata wa kare ga sugu ni koko ni tsukanainara, watashi wa kono kuso no akachan o utte iru to mazāfakkā ni iimasu! ! ! you tell that mother fucker that if he doesnt get here soon,i'm selling this fucking baby!!!"

gretchen poorly stifles a laugh and tells dustyn, "erica says everything is fine. she and baby are doing fine. "

Dallas deftly moves out of the way of dustyn's knee without missing a stroke. The movement could really be described as catlike reflexes. He was concerned, but only vaguely. He could hear erica on the phone but nothing about pushing a several pound thing out of any orifice seemed easy. So screaming had to he involved. In the excitement of dustyn's movement,Dallas had to point.....dustyn away from him. In his attempt to keep stuff from flying everywhere,he clamped his hand over dustyn's head. This only served to crimp the tip like putting your thumb over a water hose end. The second good spurt shot right into dallas' beard . "my beard! My glorious beard! I guess we can break those baby wipes out early." He chuckles

"Yeah. It time. Water is broke. It is baby time,baby!" Gretchen tells dustyn cheerfully. She wanted to hopefully calm Erica by not sounding like this is too serious of a thing. "Umm. I know erica is loud,but don't faint." She says confused into the phone when dustyn's voice wavers slightly.

"Anata wa watashi ga ōgoe de iru no wa machigainai!
You are damned right i am loud!" Erica says in a panic.

Gretchen puts her finger over the microphone of the phone and addresses Erica,"you are scaring dustyn..you are scaring me. I can't be the calm one in all of this, if you insist on screaming." Gretchen tells Erica softly while rubbing her very large belly. " we are going to get through this. You're going to do great." She gives erica a little kiss which seems to settle her."now do you want dustyn to bring anything?"

"Yes...bring a cute outfit for the baby to go home in." Erica pouts. She is reconsidering this whole baby thing.

"Ok.erica says to bring something cute for the baby to go home in." Gretchen tells dustyn brightly. " oh.and hi ,Dallas."


"Fuck you,Dallas." Erica mumbles from the background.background

"great! see you soon...daddy!" gretchen tells dustyn with a laugh and hitting the end button. when she and erica first started this,9 months seemed so far away. it was finally at an end and gretchen was excited to see what this baby looked like. she was also rather excited to have her erica back.

"a baby?! why you are barely even showing." dallas jokes before giving a little squeal. he was super ready to do this dad thing from the start. shay was already a well established child when he and dustyn got together. this was truly going to be their baby. "our new baby!" dallas squeezes dustyn in return and wanted to jump up and down with him. when dustyn realizes what is in his beard,dallas rubs his face against dustyn. "oh stop. yours or mine,whats the difference. " jhe giggles but nods to dustyn. they should get a shower before they went to the hospital. he wasnt sure how fast the baby process was,but he hoped they had time.

in her hospital bed,erica had grown far more settled in. gretchen's words had helped,but something had crossed her mind :natlaya had experienced this while being murdered. she was here screaming bloody murder and all she was experiencing was an epidural. she was comfortable in a bed and had her loved one near. the thought had tears rolling down erica's face out of shame. the doctor came in and started putting her gloves on. erica already knew what to expect and put her legs up in the stirrups. in these 9 months,she had lost any shame she had about this stranger putting fingers in her. erica sighs and looks over at gretchen while making a silly face. gretchen gives a little laugh and squeezes erica's hand.

"well,miss kobayashi, you arent dilating. " the doctor says with a little sigh and tosses the gloves in the trash. "so we are looking at a c section. " she says clasping her hands together.