He comes over, we have a great meal, some drinks, and I roll a special occasion joint. We're all laughing and telling stories, and of course the subje...t gets switched to sex. My wife asks my friend, "what's the craziet thing you've done?", and my buddy without hesitation says,"your husband and I tag teamed a girl in high school". Now, I don't keep anything from the Mrs., but the subject never came up. My wife smiling looks at me and asks, "really!?", and I say, "yeah I forgot about that!". So,. . what they really meant...”We’re coming home without our instruments.”After school, I made a beeline for the local music store. Nothing. Cheap drums ... Epiphone and Squire guitars, Ibanez and Yamaha 1970’s knockoffs. A Farfisa reed organ. I walked right back out. Down the street was The Two Bit. Do I really want to admit... ? What the Hell ... why not?DINGJohn saved me the trouble, “Bobby called.”“Shit!” I said.“Karen Rachael Post!” John said. “Such language!”I hung my head.“He hasn’t called. For a while they would stay in Florida with her family then come northward to see all of us on my uncle’s side. We always had a camping trip set up to stay at a friends cabin out near the lake and far from civilization.Always a good time. The family would come in and we’d play cards and have tents pitched for those of us who wouldn’t fit in the cabin, grill and smoke meat, chit chat, cut down trees for the fire, fish, play more cards, and catch up. Our last camping trip had been the best it. ‘I’m a whore.’ It fell out of her in an emotionless monotone. The confession was met with silence, an insulting silence. Philip, silent on a crate that creaked when he moved, Ai, silent in the chair, the white dust of its faded fabric smudging her jeans at the thigh. All three stared straight ahead. ‘I fucked Dr. K.’ Silence. ‘Or rather, he fucked me.’ Was the silence her punishment? Had the two of them planned it? ‘Let’s make Mei squirm when she confesses.’ ‘How was it?’ The question was.