He made .... I dont know if you would call them "friends" but people whodidnt mind him hanging around, so probably as close to friends as he had.Then ...he day came, when they announced the air band contest.The idea was simple, You provide a tape of music, and then you "perform"on stage along to the music.And Tom decided to give the performance of his life.His "friends" should have known something was wrong when he asked them notto come .....It started out simply. A dark stage, and then music. ”They both went silent, and he began to regret being so terse with them. The heat was getting to him, making him impatient, irritable.“Oh, alright,” he conceded. “You can turn up the humidity, but not too much, you hear? If I end up making the whole cab smell like jockstrap, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”“Jockstrap?” Mizi asked, Lozka shrugging her shoulders.They weaved through the desert for a few minutes more, the oasis eventually coming into sight. It was a small body of water that was. But, there are some who are pretty nice. And some are pretty hot. I tell you Bart, sometimes, I feel absolutely disgusted with the whole business. And sometimes...sometimes I have so much fun, I can't believe they're paying me. And sometimes I feel all of that within about a half hour. But hey, it could be worse. I could be stranded in bumfuck Egypt somewhere. Or still at home dealing with my asshole stepf@ther.”“Oh, that reminds me. I've been trying to reach your folks. Well, your m0ther. Her shoulders felt new, fresh, as if she was someone other than the sister he just punished. He slowly made his way to the top of her sternum, making sure to map every inch of her body. Once his fingers brushed her breast, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. He gently cupped her breast, finding her very hard dime sized nipple erect and waiting. He circled it slowly at first, making sure she was feeling every move. Allie feeling as if she was in a dream, responded to his light touches;.