There was no way that the soft tones of that instrument would ever make it through the morass of sound from the brass instruments to the ears of the p...ople in the bleachers.After more than a half hour, Mr. Harris, the newly hired marching drill instructor, saw me in the bleachers and came to visit me."Ah, Mr. Crittenhouse. Have you reconsidered the marching band?"I laughed. "I have enough stuff on my plate right now, sir." I waved toward the band. "I was noticing how different the acoustics are. Neither Dean nor David seems to noticeor care . DEAN: I once did a hitchhikin' college kid who looked somethin' like Billy.He was one of my first actually. He was lookin' to get his rock off and 'greedto go back to my place which is where I took 'em off for real once I got 'imgood and drunk and strapped down and all. You should a seen his eyes when Ifinally sliced 'em off. Bug-eyed don't even come close! David smiles but says nothing . Together Dean and David haul Billy's body over to the. He thought to go to the kitchen and take some warm milk or put the TV on but with the movement, he was sure to wake up Lada and he did not want to do that. His cock was behaving badly tonight, still hard and throbbing like crazy. He heard a small knock on his door and the door creaked open and Lada walked in wearing silky nightgown.“You are still awake, I could hear you walking in your room”. She asked.“Yeah, I could not sleep”. He answered briefly, trying to hide his hard, erect cock. “Oh. Then I shoved the pen filler in the hole on the other side until I heard a clicking sound. Immediately the button popped out indicating that the door was unlocked. "See?"Astonished, Marty exclaimed, "Well I'll be damned! I never knew that."Anticipating what his next question would be. I explained..."My little brother locked himself in his bedroom when I was babysitting him once. I had to call the fire department to get him out. A fireman showed me. So are you convinced yet?"Either Marty didn't.