" But they won't appreciate it like I will." She straightened up and turning around walked back up to me, "Bet they won't make you the deal I will eit...er." Your deal was two fifty." I reminded her, "I can't do that." Two fifty in cash." She gave me a sly smile, "Who says that's all I have to offer?" What do you...?" Tell you what, baby," she put her hands on my arms, "How about this. How about I give you two fifty and the best blow job you've ever had?" What?" I exclaimed, "I...are you. The festival would be three days of non-stop musical bliss. People were there to just celebrate life, love, and freedom. People were coming from all different parts of the country to a little town in Bethel, New York. This is the story about when a few of my friends and myself experienced “Woodstock.” “Chloe, you better be careful when you girls go to that music festival.” “Daddy, don’t be so square.” “I don’t want you getting knocked up. You’re only eighteen years old. You better be. "But help me!!!" he yelled after her as she pressed a small button onthe wall a large metal door swishing open behind her as she climbedinside turning to face him."Help this," she spoke in a calm tone as she flicked him off while themetal doors fell closed, leaving him alone in the doorway shaken andconfused.***Andrew tasted a sweet liquid flow down her throat as she merely coughedafterwards., her cough coming out soft and petite as her eyes opened.She saw the same male surrounded by other men. I gave him my address and my hands shook as I hung up the phone. OMFG! What was I thinking?! I'm not gay, I'm not. Why am I soooooo fucking turned on right now? What am I going to do? WTF...am I going to do?I paced and paced. Then I paced some more. I held Ron's card in one hand and the phone in the other. I was going to call and cancel. I was sooooo fucking scared. My hands shook. I finally just decided, fuck it! and I dialed his number. (323) _ _ _ _ _ _ _It rang and rang with no answer. Man.