Dear Reader, Can I have a moment of your time? Go with me there, just for a moment. Your body is being played just as a musician fingers an instrument. His body moves across you just like a bow gliding across a violin. He is the composer while you are his composition. He has the music memorized. He is playing you! Your body are the keys on a piano and he knows what places to touch. He never misses a beat. He is the band. While you and the furniture are his audience, applauding during his performance. You call for encores, shouting bravo, "Give me more." The sounds echo in his ears, stroking his ego. He then positions you as his drum and you already know the drummers beat..... After the instrumental, after all the works has been put forth, your voices harmonize and the mic then drops. There's nothing like letting love make love to u. We were each other's addiction. Our tempo was our blues. Pure harmony, smooth as genuine leather, a velvet touch to a vinyl record spinning. As always you, my reader are my audience and I am here to perform. Welcome to the Addicts Lair, Chautakas Lair, let me share my blues with you in my newest series of short stories. I now present to you, Blue Addict.