Just remember though, that it must be your own composition and not your version or cover of a popular song or musical arrangement. Just so you know, M.... Feelt and I do this activity to help identify young musicians who display some talent in musical writing.”“How long does this piece have to be?” I heard Warren Grainger ask. Warren was a smart young guy who played the baritone, sang in the two main school choirs, and played on the JV basketball team last year. However, he was seriously injured. "Be patient, Sammy, set me up, tap it above the net and I'll slam it home."We beat our opponents handily by a score of eleven to three, (in the interest of time each game ended at eleven points), well, not because of anything I did; in fact, I allowed the other team to score one of their points when I misjudged a return that I thought was out of bounds. It wasn't.We sat on the grass with our teammates and other spectators, watching the other two teams play, waiting to take on the winner. I only. Her nostrils flared. Then he said something, and she got teary-eyed.He wagged his finger in her face. He leaned forward toward her and puthis other hand on her shoulder. His finger moved emphatically back-and-forth in her face.She leaned back, away from him. Her mouth was closed. Her eyes betrayedher fear. Her hands gripped the sides of her chair. Her knuckles werewhite. He kept talking and talking, louder and louder.Alex could now hear snippets. From him: "...what were you fuckingthinking...",. Flora is a dynamic woman, who is my uncle’s widow with two kids roughly my own age. Flora was all of 38, tall and fair skinned South Indian. Raised in an Army background she was every man’s dream; and my dreams of late as well. She stayed with us in our joint family set up. But our houses were like flats in an apartment. She lived opposite our flat.As always I am a guy who adores and worships women with huge butts and boobs. My policy is ‘the bigger the better and wetter’! Flora is an apt fit.