Monica passed a few bitchy comments about the two girls who fronted the band, they being blonde and wearing short skirts meant that they were bimbo's ...s far as Monica was concerned.The group was on stage for three quarters of an hour, and at the end of their first session Monica was telling anybody who would listen how bad they were. We were spared slightly when the meal was served, but she kept up a steady stream of complaints throughout the meal, she also kept drinking, quite a bit more than. "Must be cool to have all that talent. You know, Kristen has a piano at her house." She does? How come I never noticed?" Because, when you're around Kris, you only notice Kris, you Don Juan!"One of the upper classmen from music joined us at the table. His name was Toby something-or-other. He was in the band, playing first trumpet, third chair."Um... Am I interrupting?" Toby said."No," I said. "Toby. This is Patty, a friend of mine." We've met," Patty said, but blinked her eyes demurely in a. Our second call was different. I narrated her fantasy of being watched…I placed us in it, together, making love as we were watched, and when her crashing, gasping orgasm washed over her it sizzled though the phone into my head, and I was so hard for her that I ached and throbbed. About a month later I had to leave on a long business trip – around the world, sketchy places with bad phone lines, and I’d be gone for two weeks, maybe three if things didn’t go smoothly. When I told her I’d be away,. I sat there and freaked out...what to do? I cannot go to a neighbors....Fucking idiot when I realized when Cory went down for a beer he must have unlocked the back door...it was all a setup...I ran around back but the door was locked..when I looked in I saw two strange black men drinking beer in my fucking house...I banged on the door but they chuckled and headed upstairs...Then I ran to my car for the garage door opener but it was fucking locked...Then I remembered we used to have a hidden.