And Sam thought, 'Yes, we will.'Later that night Carly sat on her couch watching tv waiting for Sam to get back. She had gone home to get some things ...or the sleepover and had been gone for quite a while.Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Sam entered the apartment. She was carrying a suitcase and a shopping bag from a store call the Shoe Factory."What, did you go shopping or something?" Carly asked looking at the bag, "I've been wondering what happened to you." Uh, yeah," Sam trying to. We stayed around campus the summer after our freshman year, sweatingthrough the ungodly Arizona summer but honing our act. We were good -very good. We got plenty of gigs but nothing really big. Mostly, weplayed small, loud clubs where we did our versions of songs made popularby the Beatles, the Stones, and the Doors. You might say we were earlyretro.Then as our sophomore year began, two things happened. First, I met agirl I really liked. She started showing up at all of our gigs. She wascute. She started kissing the back of my neck. Her lips felt warm against my bare skin. I could feel her clothes brushing against my exposed body. I felt my legs go weak as her kisses ran around the back of my neck. Her strong hands held me in place as she went on with her kissing. She turned me around and held my chin. I closed my eyes as she brought her lips closer to mine. She started kissing my lips. Her fingers were massaging my ears as it held my face in position for her kisses. She had started. Even far below, she could feel the echoes of it, the sounds causing the musty pools of green-tinted water to shiver with gentle rings. It was dark here, thick with decay so old that the mossy film covering the black tunnel walls had long ago fossilized, now a murky grey beneath the newer slick of green. A thin crackle of noise scratched in her ear as someone tried to use the radio. With a hiss, she crept along the tunnel, her only light coming from the occasional ventilation shafts that emptied.