”“Why, so you can make fun of me? I told you I’m sorry.”“You have to clean up your mess before it dries.”“I will when you leave, Ann.�...“Will, let me in. I want to see it again.”“NO! I shouldn’t have ever gone this far.””Open the door and we can talk about it. I’m not going to ask you again.”“OK. Fuck!” He got up and opened his bedroom door. He had put on a pair of white briefs, so Ann was somewhat disappointed. She was looking forward to a second glimpse of her brother’s cock.She went. I put her B&C on the coffee table and said "I'm off into the shower before you girls grab it. I'll be back for the footie results" and went up the stairs.I showered, got changed, and returned downstairs. "Who's next" I asked. "We'll let you watch your footie results in peace" Christine said "We're going for a chat, shower and change".I was laid,as usual, on the settee when Ann arrived home. She stepped into the living room, gave me one of her whithering looks, said nothing, and headed up the. He broke up with her. The next day, on the way to school, after picking up Michael, he noticed she was not the same person he had seen yesterday. He had wondered about her all year, since she walked in to the campus radio station. She already had airtime experience from a high school and summer job. She was very pretty and not the least bit vain about it. She dressed sexy, but didnt seem to notice that she was or that the males had even noticed her state of dress. She was smart, had a good. ”“It’s early in the day. Tonight the crowd will be larger, drunker and thus more enthusiastic.”“Do you think maybe they didn’t care for my material?”Jason closed his eyes and drew in a breath. “Now that you mention it ... I think we’d be better off if you did pop tunes instead of gospel.”“Gospel is what I know best. Derrick coaches me on the gospel numbers.”“And, you nail them. The trouble is ... this is Summer Blast, not church. I think we have a mis-match between your material and your.