I swallowed my pride first. I went back to singing and accompanyingmyself in small, smoky clubs. One by one, I got back in touch with theothers and fo...nd out that their lives outside of music sucked as badlyas mine did. Boop was waiting tables, Gordy was working as a disk jockeydoing dance parties and the like, and Jess... Well, let's just say thatJess had burned out so much of his brain that he wasn't much good foranything except day labor. He was one of those guys who hang around theloading. He made me feel so good and confident I finally decided ok I can go inside. So I got out and held his hand and we walked in the bar together. When we got inside it was pretty dark, but there was some good rap playing and I felt myself get excited a little, but still scared. Greg, the guy holding my hand, led me into the bar and over to his friends. There were 3 other guys and they were all sitting at the bar having drinks. One was the owner and he was really nice. The bar was actually pretty. Brodie was there of course watching and the first thing he asked when I came out was what was up with the fighting which I told him about how the students could challenge an instructor. When he asked if I fought more than the two times I just stated that the first class got to witness a demonstration between Master Kim and myself so no one wanted to challenge either of us after we were finished.Arriving home my mom wanted to know everything that went on that first day of school to which I gave. "Okay."They sat across from one another. He couldn't take his eyes off of her breasts. They were like two halves of a small cantaloupe sitting high on her chest seeming to defy gravity. Like she said at the store, they certainly did not droop. The areolas were right at the apex of the breasts and a rust color with the small center nipple two shades darker. It wasn't that her breasts were big, but that she was small, one of the smallest in her class. Don never thought of her as small, he used.