The sash, reading Miss General was draped across her chest. She was wearing an evening gown like she would in the pageant; strapless, form fitting, an... covering her legs down to her ankles. She looked like she stepped from the pageant stage. Except for the front of the dress; it was cut away to her waist, exposing the inside of her nylon clad legs, her panties and her garter belt."Hi Hank, I would like you to meet my sister Debra, Debra this is Hank Brown."I put out my hand to greet her but. “What makes you think she cheated on me?” I had to know. “It’s all over your face,” he smirked. “Besides, hot piece like that and guy like you. What did you do? Beg her not to leave you and then go right down on that used muff to show her how much you still loved her.” I was shocked he could read so much in my expression. I didn’t want to confess that it was more like I was going down on her while she was having her affairs, but he must have read something in my face because his face lighted up. Over the next couple of months before the festival Jake met this girl Kate who he started dating and I saw him less and less. All his time he spent with he and he kept bailing on night outs. About a week before the festival I called Jake to ask if we were still on. ‘Hey mate, how is it going? I was just wondering if it would be cool with you if Kate came with us and stayed in the tent with us?’ Great I thought! Now I’m going to be hanging around with my best friend and his new girlfriend all. He wasn’t built up like he just flunked out of boot camp. But I could see how carrying those heavy drums all damn years toned his shoulders, his biceps, his whole arms and damn his legs where thick. But it was his hands holding that bear that really caused trouble. His brother had big hands but he had bigger ones and from playing video games I know he has supreme fine motor control. Then I thought about the rhythm of the drums. He must have seen those thoughts flash through my face. He put.