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Back in the late 80&#x27;s and early 90&#x27;s I was into the Raving scene which gripped the UK. Me and my girlfriends were training as nurses, while living it up at the weekend as hard as we could. We smoked hash, took pills (usually being sold as MDMA) but we didn&#x27;t know otherwise. When we couldn&#x27;t find pills, we would score a gram of speed and drop a trip or two. I enjoyed dancing and socialising on amphetamines, but they always struck me a plain or one dimensional compared to my favorites MDMA and acid.
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The rave scene was less cliquey then. You could go along and meet all kinds of folk and the music was less genre specific. I remember one new years eve at Kaos in Leeds where DJ Sasha would be mixing an acapella of Whitney Houston over Leftfield&#x27;s Not Forgotton. There was a kind of hippyish element those days, and a spark of youthful rebellion. The scene connected disparate groups from society, from football casuals to tree huggers and anarchists.
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As the scene entered into the media coverage of the day, the powers that be decided to enact laws (The Criminal Justice Act) outlawing unorganised gatherings of people where music &#x27;Wholly or partly characterised by repetitive beats&#x27; was played. This added a certain frisson to the events I attended on occasion at disused warehouses or airfields etc. We loved it. The legal situation seemed to help build a broad coalition of alternative type people. Before mobile phones were common, these events were organised fairly haphazardly. The first you would know was perhaps someone handing you a flyer as you left a club. Then we&#x27;d jump in the car and seek out these obscure locations.
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One Saturday night/Sunday in 1991 me and my friends had left either Kaos or Soak in Leeds and were looking for our next options. We had all swallowed 2 pills and a trip over the course of the evening. Driving down to Coventry that night though for a rumoured warehouse party which might or might not take place was not tempting.  Some sleazy guys were trying to get us to come to their party, but it was all blokes, and they just looked wretched having spent their evening gurning next to a bass bin. 
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Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. &lt;a href=&quot;/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif&quot;&gt;Don&#x27;t do it!&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; 
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C. suggested we go to the Motorway services for coffees. We all had a couple more pills and an extra trip each in our pockets. We wanted to go somewhere,  be part of something else before going back to our digs.
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We pulled into the 24 hour services and I persuade E to get the coffees. She was always very adept at appearing calm and rational despite whatever drugs she had consumed. She was a petite blonde and still pretty well presented considering we had been jumping about for the previous seven hours. Anyway, sitting by a window overlooking the motorway, we hatched a plan. We watched the traffic pass through the night below us, while discussing the night&#x27;s best moments. C had looked like she&#x27;d pulled with a beautiful early 20s latino looking guy. He was a cool dancer and kept warping into these body popping moves around her. I said to myself at one point,&#x27;He&#x27;s Plastikman.&#x27; and I ended up connecting the Armand Van Helden track &#x27;Witchdoctor&#x27; with him. It seemed he had his eyes on C, but he was considerate and danced with all of us. I remember thinking - &#x27;I bet he&#x27;s gay or something&#x27;. I was right, because another nice looking guy a little older came over and his face lit in that way that tells you when someone is really pleased. I looked at C but she didn&#x27;t seem that bothered. We all danced as a group and had a great time. Both the guys and their friends could really dance. They looked as though they were enjoying some kind of chemical inebriations for sure.
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In those days, you could actually smoke inside the designated area of the services. We decided to retire for cigarettes there with our coffees. Imagine our surprise at seeing the two gay guys in there already, halfway through their cigarettes, It was nice to see them, after the fun we&#x27;d had earlier. They said they had some more pills at home and were going to go back, listen to music and get stoned, and invited us along. E and me wanted to go somewhere where we might meet a nice straight guy (All three of us were single then), but C was keen to join them, despite knowing they were an item.  Seeing that it was her car and she was driving, we crumbled. We followed them out and got in C&#x27;s car. I noticed that they had both jumped into a Range Rover, which we were to follow. 
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The drive through the early morning dark was fun. We all decided to wash down another pill and a trip with some cheap flat cola that had been sitting in C&#x27;s car for a long time. She told me that she had bought it as a cheap substitute for toilet cleaner one time, but just kept forgetting to take it out of the car to her bathroom. We had been liste ning to Rave music all night, but now C had put a cassette of Can &#x27;Tago Mago&#x27; on. I love that album. Groovey but yet weird at the same time. One track has the German vocals going backwards over it&#x27;s relentless but chilling groove.
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We followed the tail lights of the big 4X4 for what seemed like an eternity to our frazzled minds. I noticed us heading north, towards Skipton. Just after Skipton they abruptly turned off after rounding a corner, and we went past the turn. C stopped when we realised their tail lights were no longer in front. We turned an came across the track they&#x27;d taken. It was a little rough, so I could see how their Range Rover was just the job. We still couldn&#x27;t see their lights though, and began thinking that we should have carried on straight ahead instead. C and E were beginning to think we&#x27;d lost them, and perhaps ourselves. I was sure this was the way they&#x27;d come. We bickered a little about it and our decision-making apparatus was not in the finest condition, owing to the drugs which were beginning to make themselves felt again. My trippy mind was obsessing about plastic and its manifold virtues, examining the finish of the interior of C&#x27;s sweet little Austin Mini (which she called &#x27;Boo&#x27;).
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Anyway we trundled further along until I noticed headlamps behind us this time, and gaining fast. C got a bit paranoid and started accelerating herself. The little mini was shaking and juderring in ways which I am sure it was never meant to. The other car was gaining on us though, as C sped rally style through the night. The track was surrounded by woodland but the night sky was clear above us, and lit by the kind of starlight you only get away from the big city. We were also worried that this might be a cop behind us so we swallowed our 4th and final pills for the evening, just in case. It wasn&#x27;t going to make much difference though, seeing that I had a half oz of squidgy redseal in my knapsack in C&#x27;s boot (trunk if you are US). I was thinking &#x27;maybe we should stop&#x27; just as C declared the same. &#x27;I don&#x27;t care, we&#x27;ve done nothing wrong. We&#x27;ve got no drugs on us now have we? Lets just stop and let them past.&#x27; I chickened out of mentioning my hash (which C and E had been enjoying over the evening though they appeared to have forgotten about it.)
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After another couple of bends we saw a farmhouse up to the left of the track so we decided to pull in there, get our bearings and see whether we were going to get any bother from our &#x27;pursuers&#x27;. As the vehicle drew up, we realised with an odd kind of relief that it was the two gay guys. They stopped and got out, walking over to us in the Mini, so I wound down the window. &#x27;This is our place, well should I say D&#x27;s place, but we share it. You gonna come in with us?&#x27;
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It was nice to step out into the cool fresh night air. My senses were finely tuned to the particular conditions of the place and atmosphere. I heard the rustle of nocturnal animals and the gentle wind against the big old deciduous trees around the house. The area was enclosed by dark pine forrest and I could smell that lovely woody smell. It seemed odd to have a farmhouse in the middle of a wood. &#x27;Where do you keep your live-stock then D&#x27; I asked. We just have a pussycat called Gigi for catching the mice and a black Labrador named Bruce for companionship here. The woods are Forestry Comission, no ones farmed here for forty years.&#x27; I noticed a barn type shack adjoining the house. &#x27;Come in, come in said the younger latino guy J. Inside the hall and with the lights turned on, I realised how fucked up I was. The wood grain in the floor was tangibly rippling and suggesting all sorts of fantastic images that one would not usually associate with floorboards. They led us through to their lounge area where bean bags appeared to be the main form of furniture. &#x27;Would you like drinks?&#x27; asked J and we all opted for coffees again. D came through and said, you all look like you could do with freshening up. Our bathrooms upstairs if you want. Help yourself.&#x27; I kicked of my trainers as did  C and E, C said that my feet were smelling bad. 
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&#x27;Could I maybe have a quick shower?&#x27; I asked. &#x27;By all means&#x27;.
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The bathroom was an elaborate affair with mirror tiles on one wall, and a kind of seat/ledge under the shower. I stripped and jumped under the powerful hot shower. C came into the bathroom along with E and I said &#x27;don&#x27;t be shy girls - this shower is quite possibly the most benevolent thing in the cosmos right now.&#x27; I have a tendency to overegg things when tripping out. They stripped and joined me. We are not lesbians, but the three of us are close friends and we occasionally had been known to fool around together for fun. Sometimes we&#x27;d pretend to be lesbians to put off unwanted male attention or just for shock value. But we were all, in the long run, looking for our Mr Rights. 
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 We huddled together under powerful hot jet as it washed the aches and stains of a night&#x27;s Raving from our tired bodies. Personally, I was starting to feel even higher and higher. We had all consumed 2 pills and a trip between 9pm and 3am, but now at 5am, we were being hit all at once with another two pills and a trip. &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt; We had all consumed 2 pills and a trip between 9pm and 3am, but now at 5am, we were being hit all at once with another two pills and a trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; We cuddled a bit together seeking some stability amidst the psychedelic onslaught. After our group hug, we soaped each other down and massaged each others shoulders neck and back. The wonderful heightened sensuality of MDMA intoxication enhanced the pure joy of our communion. I stepped out first and dried myself while the other two lingered a little under the shower. There was some giggling and smooching going on there though. I put my head back around the curtain to find E sat on the shower ledge with C knelt between her thighs. One of E&#x27;s legs rested delicately on E&#x27;s shoulder. E looked round at me and giggled. &#x27;Come join us St, you know you want to?&#x27; And truth be told, I did. The other thing about MDMA is it&#x27;s potent aphrodisiacal properties. To be honest though, I could not see how I could fit into their current situation. There wasn&#x27;t really that much room. So I contented myself with rubbing, kissing and nibbling on C&#x27;s foot as it was the nearest and most available piece of anatomy. I don&#x27;t know how long we fooled around for because I was on Acid Time, but I did start to remember that we were guests, and had hosts who were kindly entertaining us. 
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After the bathroom and freshened up, we went back downstairs. In the lounge, J and D were cuddling on a long low sofa. A warm gas fire lit the hearth and room, along with dimmed lights. I recognized the Orb playing on the CD. We pulled together some beanbags and draped ourselves out decadently upon them. The bright fireplace was magically absorbing to watch. We all made small talk with our hosts. Which Raves we liked, silly escapades, favorite DJ&#x27;s etc. Then of course - relationships. J said he was in a committed relationship with D, but they were kind of open, since he confessed he was bisexual rather than gay. I saw C&#x27;s eyes glint when he said this. At that moment, D pulled out a bag of weed and placed it on the low table. &#x27;Anyone care to do the honours?&#x27;. &#x27;Now we&#x27;re talking. That&#x27;s just what I&#x27;m ready for &#x27;thought I.
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I offered to build while the chat continued. Politics, music, drugs, art, these guys were really into everything. But not in a showy way, like they were just looking to turn us on to good stuff we might have missed along the way. At some point, and I can&#x27;t remember exactly how, but the subject of pornography came up. I said I was not against it if it was not driven by coercion or exploitation. E said she couldn&#x27;t see a way of differentiating. Then she asked me how much money I would take to star in a film. Cheeky. The guys asked if we had ever watched gay porn. I certainly hadn&#x27;t, but E said she had and she had found it quite arousing, in a voyeuristic way. She took a long drag from the joint I had just passed to her. It was nice to smoke weed. Back then it was all hash usually. The effect was rich, warm and disinhibiting. &lt;!-- J said, we could put on a little show for you if you&#x27;d like. I thought they meant a video, but they began to caress each other in no ambiguous way. I was fascinated by these two handsome guys, and the drugs were telling me just to go with it. It was a bizarre scenario, but there was no threat or danger. So we consented to lay back on the comfy beanbags and watch the performance. &#x27;You ladies might learn a trick or two&#x27; said D while J separated his member from his trousers and began to mouth it tenderly. C and E snuggled up next to me and we became absorbed in the intricate dance of flesh before us. I saw that J had the more feminine aspect to his character, eagerly and attentively spoiling D with his ministrations. 
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I found myself quite aroused as they moved into the 69 position and seemed to meld into one multilimbed mass of ecstatic writhing. I felt the skin of my own soft tummy and slipped my fingers past my waistline, finding myself wet and sensitive. E was on my left and when I looked at her, she looked me back intently to the eye, whilst her left hand came round to stroke my breast. C was still somewhat transfixed by the guys, but I put my arm around her to draw her in with us.
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 E began to lift my blouse and as soon as it came off she cupped my breasts and moved to kiss me full on the lips. At that moment I heard a sudden whoosh in my mind&#x27;s ear, and I was into another zone. A zone where the only thing was sensation, of all shades. Lustful, submissive, raunchy, all these urges fired into my my conscious so that we reciprocally made passionate kisses of immeasurable intensity together. I began to undress her too, and remembered E, who was now paying attention to us as well as the guys. &#x27;Come on girl, you know we can all count on each other&#x27; said J to her, as though to give her the  thumbs up that this was all cool. She smiled at us with saucer eyes.
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 J really appeared to know how to give good fellatio. I could see that D was getting very excited, exclaiming long low &#x27;mmmmmmm&#x27;s as token of his pleasure. I watched J expertly bringing him to the edge of the abyss and then skillfully pulling away at the last moment. His smooth olive skin contrasted dramatically with D&#x27;s more Anglo complexion. Yin and yang. Black and White, my mind began riffing on juxtaposition. E wore a flimsy white blouse over her black leotard with yellow Smiley Face picture (!). She cast of her blouse and began to unbutton her hotpants. C pulled down my (by now quite laddered) tights stroked my thighs deliciously. I felt quite exposed, and with the sight of E revealing herself sheepishly, both me and C turned our attentions to her instead. Her delicate white skin and natural blonde bobbed hair around her little dimpled cheeks was a sublime sight. C moved in front of her and began to pull down her panties. She stooped between E&#x27;s legs for the second time that evening. I moved around behind E and hugged her gently, feeling the softness of her breasts and gently fondling her nipples. From my vantage point, I could kiss E, cuddle her, watch C gently licking and nibbling her and see the guys. 
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J had now finished bringing D to full attention. D&#x27;s member stood proud at right angles to his sprawled form. J held it firmly at the root and began to maneuver astride. I could guess what was coming next. I was curious to see guys do this. I have used a toy there myself, but never let a man do it. I guess I just hadn&#x27;t met the right guy yet though. I could see how it could be pleasurable in a forbidden way. D now touched J above him and I watched both their faces tense with anticipation and pleasure, as J sank down on his lover. I looked into E&#x27;s eyes when she turn her head toward me. She was moaning or purring at the sensations C was bringing over her. I kissed her warm inviting lips, which parted and our tongues darted and danced together. Looking again at the guys, J was riding now as passionately and lustily as any girl would on such a nice member. He was rubbing his own, but C had caught on. She deftly suckled E towards a stunningly beautiful orgasm in which she seemed to clench her whole body from tip to toe and then admit a series of sudden judders which made her brow momentarily furrow on each occasion. 
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C turned her attentions to the guys. She moved over to them, where J was sitting right back rodeo style, and stroking his own handsome member. She took it in her hand and began to do the job for him. She spat on her dextrous hands and wrapped one around the shaft, the other gathering his balls. Then she moved in to wrap her luscious pink lips around the glans. I was struck by the image of a schoolgirl sucking a lollipop in my minds eye. E was panting gently after her earlier moment. She looked at me with cheeky lust though, so we kind of flowed into a very close and intimate 69 on the mat in front of the others. I had the urge to let them see my puss so I faced my parted thighs toward them while E began to lick and suck on me. She was quite adept, though I was already very horny. The mouth I had kissed so passionately minutes ago was now eating me out. I felt a wet thumb pushing against my bum while her mouth honed in to my most responsive reflexes. She began to finger fuck me with one hand, and caress my clit with the slippy wet fingers of her other. Then I felt her tongue against my bum, gently probing. I wouldn&#x27;t have let her had I not just showered, but the feeling of soft yielding that I experienced overcame any prudish inhibition. That and the fact that I was extremely euphoric at that point. I ground my pelvis gently upon her hungry mouth, and noticed a tall wardrobe with a door opened. On the door was a full height mirror in which I caught sight of myself, face above E&#x27;s puss, and behind us, D riding his lover towards some kind of climax with C paying him intent oral attention. She would take him deep into her mouth for a few moments before lifting away completely and the returning to nurse his glans between her pretty lips and with her tongue. 
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I could see J was getting his ultimate dream somehow. That thought inspired surges of lust and energy in me and heightened the pleasures of what E was doing for me. I looked down at her own puss, nestled amidst her tidily trimmed  strawberry blond pubic hair. It was pretty and and delicate and I made initially gentle forays around and into it with my tongue. She was fresh from her shower, but the tangy musk of her juices added to the mix. She was back to kissing my puss again and I felt that warm wet thumb pushing gently into my now pliable bum. I could feel my own orgasmic stirrings beginning and rising in an incredible surge which was almost scary but somehow still captivating and urgent. I looked again in the mirror where D was reaching a crescendo of gyrations onto which J squirmed with delight. J bucked hard as his orgasm wracked its energies down through him and into his lover. C then took up her sucking more vigorously to J&#x27;s seeming delight. Then he asked if he could fuck her. He dismounted D and took C by the hands towards us on the mat. The four of us tumbled and writhed together in a hale of sloppy passionate kisses and well placed rubbing. Then J picked up C&#x27;s legs by the ankles and kind of shuffled her bum next to his member. E positioned herself over C&#x27;s face and I crouched over the soon to be adjoined parts of c and J. I couldn&#x27;t resist a lick of the lolly though, and sucked him a little bit until he was pretty hard. Then I delicately pointed his olive skinned cock towards E&#x27;s wet puss. It entered smoothly with gentle firmness and then began to slowly repeat. 
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I wished I could have been in C&#x27;s shoes at that moment. But I was transfixed by the fluid movements movements before me. I took C&#x27;s ankles now from J, and he used his free hands to squeeze and part her bum cheeks while he did her. I couldn&#x27;t see, but I think he was rubbing her bum, by the freaky mucky exclamations she kept making. Again I found myself sucking on C&#x27;s pretty toes while E touched me also. J&#x27;s face began to fill with climactic fervour in synchrony with C&#x27;s own pleasure rising. She panted and huffed in ecstasy as she was consumed by erotic and narcotic ecstasy. She shuddered powerfully and for some time. E had tuned round to kiss her deeply as she came. J still hadn&#x27;t come, but that was lucky seeing that no protection was being used. I looked at his glistening cock and found the sudden appetite to suck him myself. Kneeling in front of him, I proceeded to make firm rhythmic motions over him with my lips and warm mouth. I felt him tighten and expand inside me and then the pulsing of maybe five jets of warmth around my throat and tongue. He made some kind of guttural grunt as the last shot left him. I could feel him begin to soften, and pulled away, tasting the bittersweet as I licked my lips. I turned to E behind me and we kissed deeply. She wanted to taste him from me and we fell together into making out on the mat again, while J, D and C watched us from the bean bags. I lay back with my pelvis raised, and E lifted my knees up to open me up for her to enjoy. 
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She began to work on me slowly, paying careful attentions and causing me to writhe around in delicious frenzy. Whichever way I twisted my body caused erotic energies to track around my body. She slowly inserted a pinky into my bum, while her hungry mouth enveloped my most sensitive parts. I felt like we were now providing a show for the others, who passed a joint amongst themselves while watching us intently. It was a delicious predicament. I felt the fires beginning to catch on and allowed the tension to build over my body, spreading from the nexus of my puss. I stroked and caressed the skin of my tummy and breasts, my nipples exquisitely hard an sensitive. The wonderful orgasm built gradually while E pushed me ever towards it. Bit by bit my conscious mind withdrew until I was left aware only of the sensational intensities playing out in me. The powerful surge took over my whole being and I found myself moaning with almost surprised pleasure at it&#x27;s onslaught. I felt E&#x27;s finger push deeper into my bum while she latched her pretty mouth over my clit. I came for what seemed like minutes, huffing and sighing as the almost too intense pleasure left me no where to go. I heard words of encouragement and approval from our audience as my mind began to regain awareness of where and who I was, what was going on. The feelings subsided to more manageable levels. 
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The guys suggested we retire for the night and lead us to their grand kingsize bed. It was room enough for us all to share, with a capacious duvet into which we snuggled, passing a final joint between us to ease us into slumber. I followed the odd trajectories of my thoughts until they drew me into the strange world of sleepy psychedelia. At some point I fell asleep, but it was an indefinite transition over a gradual period.
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Next morning I felt someone get up, but soon dozed off again. I felt comfy, safe and satisfied as I pondered our adventures of the previous night, and the delicious events that took place. Some time later I was stirred by the smell of fresh coffee and food. J had brought warm buttered croissants which we happily consumed together. I looked at E and C and broad smiles were exchanged. At some point we would have to accept the duties of normal life again, but there was no need to hurry. It was still before mid day and bright sun shone in through the big sash windows of the old farmhouse, bathing us in benevolent warmth. 
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D said what a pleasure it had been to meet us all, and would we like to join them again clubbing in a couple of weeks. We exchanged phone numbers and enthusiastically discussed the possibilities. They had talked of a night in Bradford that they fancied, and offered again to accommodate us afterwards. The plan sounded exciting and I imagined expectantly as to what I&#x27;d wear, how many pills to gather, and the other logistics. It was like we had found a perfect setup through which to take in the then blossoming rave culture of our region. And we all agreed that this was our private world, that we needn&#x27;t share with anyone else. We were good close friends between whom trust was a given proviso.
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That year, we hooked up again with J and D several times more. They took us to a few more kinky venues than we might otherwise have looked at. We usually retired with them to their beautiful old farmhouse in the wood, where more erotic delights followed amidst the euphoric backdrop and smokey haze. The end of &#x27;91 saw C, E and I qualifying as nurses, at which time E moved to Newcastle to take up a job. C decided to take a year out and found bar work in Ibiza for several months. The scene there was getting quite notorious, though not as crazy as it had got by the mid 90&#x27;s. I went to stay for a week, helping at the bar a bit, and dancing most of the nights away. 
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I took a job in Derby where I worked on a geriatric ward to begin with. It was not my ideal position and I actively sought alternatives until E rang me to tell me of another job in Newcastle. I was succesful and joined her up there in time to enjoy Christmas and New Year Geordie style. It was while there that I eventually met the man who would ask me to marry him two years later. Ch. was a tall gentle musician and labourer. His steady love and kind heart have accompanied me for the past years since. We have two lovely children, K and B, at school now. We have shared our past histories frankly and honestly so that there are no problems of trust. I am a loyal person and he fulfills my every need. We occasionally smoke pot together, and maybe once a year, try something more exotic, but with having children, you become more responsible out of love for them. I do not regret any of those past moments, and would regret more if I had not explored them. We gradually lost touch with J and D. That was OK though. We all had our own lives to lead. 
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I still have the mental map to their farmhouse, but they might not still live there, or even be together anymore. I hoped they were both as happy as I am now. C has a fiancee, while E has settled in to cohab with an older male nurse from her work. Both girls are in good places, and we will all hook up a couple of times per year, usually in Newcastle. We are none of us &#x27;hardcore&#x27; anymore though. Our reunions tend to consist of a nice restaurant followed by some coffee and smoke on the patio at the back of our house. When I listen back to the music of those early years, time has not been very kind to it. But the intense memories triggered by some of the tunes still play havoc with my emotions, in a good way.
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All in all, I wanted to get the point across that youthful hedonism does not necessarily lead to life failure and disappointment. The trick is maybe to find the right supportive friendships, and knowing when to say enough is enough with regard to the drugs.
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I have more stories to tell, perhaps another time. I [share] this now after discovering my piecemeal diary jottings from that time, when having a clean out in the loft. I also found a big bag of various event flyers which I&#x27;d collected around then, always meaning to collage them and frame them somehow for posterity.&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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