I normally worked after school at the university bookstore and library part time. I had as usual showed up prepared to work when Jerry, one of the guy... I sometimes worked with had showed up as well. I'd forgotten. Having traded shifts with him a few weeks back so he could have a particular night off, he'd agreed to come in and work for me one night. Remembering, and now delighted, I quickly headed off towards home, glad now for an entire weekend, especially as our parents had left early that. A white veil at her neck with a dark woolen stoll that covered her torso. I guess she may have been feeling cold. It was extremely appropriately fitting her with a white legging extremely fitting again.She had those really white pair of feet beautifully pedicured and painted light blue with toe-rings. She was married. But how did it matter to just enjoy the beauty? From where I could see, I guessed she must be around 36- 34-38. Couldn’t be very sure, of course not about her cups since she had a. Billy was a fucking genius!Bob just nodded his head and smiled. This is what he had heard on that crappy demo tape that Sara had passed on to him a few months ago. He heard this potential on that tape, and now some of that potential was being realized."Shit," he thought with a smile. "These Girls Can Play"The album was released three weeks later and jumped to the top of the Billboard top 100-album list in less than a month. Word of mouth got around and many of the progressive radio stations. It only contained my empty wallet, a much-used plastic litre bottle refilled with tap water for refreshment and half a dozen library books which I needed to return that very day to avoid any overdue fines which I couldn’t afford to pay if I left them one more bloody day.That damn heavy bag swung around my shoulder as I fell and landed right on the tip of my nose. Bastard thing! I was lying there, me, an old guy pushing 60 and every able-bodied younger bugger walking by ignoring me, or worse.