Maybe it was the weather, being damp and blustery outside other businesses were letting people go "early". There was am unusual amount of men standin... in the hallways, leaning out booths or pretending to study the booth movie offerings posted on the walls. Without hesitation I walked to what I considered my favorite booth only to find that the red light outside of it was on, someone was inside. I was about to step into another booth when someone stepped out of the dark corner of the booth,. Jennifer guided me in, stopping me just short of the skeleton of a large couch.I shut her down and pulled the keys, got out and handed them to Jennifer. She gratefully accepted them.“She’s loud,” the pretty girl nodded, then ducked her head into the open door to peek inside.“Yep, torn headliner. Cracks in the old seats and worn out carpet where your feet go,” she smiled. “We’ll have her good as new in a few days.”“Yeah, about that,” I blushed a little. “When do you expect it to be done?”“Mom’s. But first I need to let the wood breath for a few days."The following weekend didn't look to be fun, at all. He was covered in dust from the sanding and the mask, for the fumes when he treated the wood, was really hot and uncomfortable. On Sunday night, a week before Memorial Day, I had a new deck. It was perfect.Ken showered at my house while I put Becky to bed. God I was horny. His sweat and smell combined with the anticipation of the following weekend had me squeezing my thighs together all. However, on the chorus of "Highway to HELL" he mumbled along. His guitar work was identical to the original. She could have just grabbed the guitar track from the album and it would have been as useful. At least the other members of the band did their best. AC/DC with the addition of a violin had an interesting sound.The applause that followed was subdued but present. It could have been so much better, and Maggie knew it. She had been singing, playing, and trying to work the audience. If he had.