I want you to focus on playing with both hands and not using your left hand to do the bass lines on the keyboard.” I was adamant.“We have a bass p...ayer. A damn good one too.” He looked at a blushing Carla.“Reeaalllyyy?” My voice went up about three octaves!“Yup. This woman can do miracles on the bass. Standup, fretless, four-string, five-string, six- string. You name it and she can rip it. Jazz, blues, funk, R&B, metal, rock and roll. The whole taco.”I smiled. We were getting the band back. I’ve got Greg and Sue to come over, and we’ll see if we can’t take a set or two off them.” …… That night in bed, Jennifer took quite a while getting to sleep. When she was a junior player in the 16-18 age group, Dean Bradley had been her idol, the superstar she’d watch over and over again, trying to work out how he managed to make those impossible backhand returns. And even then she’d sometimes masturbated while thinking of being seduced by her hero, imagining it was Dean’s erect penis, not her. “That doesn’t mean I couldn’t.”She gulped.“But I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t because, apparently, I’m the only person in this whole damn city who thinks we don’t have to settle everything with violence.”“Um, is that a joke? You’re no pacifist!”“Never said I was a pacifist. Hell, I’m completely against pacifism. You think something’s worth having, you better be willing to fight for it.” Groaning, he sat down on the floor, a few crates against his back, and the area cleared of rat corpses. “And what I. And you're wide awake. And your little sister is vuddled against you like a cat seeking affection....Well, you can't turn back. You did... what you did, and now it's time to pay the piper."Lauren...?"You call her name, but she just sighs and snuggles closer to you."Lauren! LAUREN!"finally her eyes open. She stretches, yawns, and then looks into your eyes."hey."She's sleepy at first. Rubbing her eyes, stretching.Stretching in your arms.Against you.Flesh against flesh.Hers, warm and soft against.