Lena handed me the bassand I slipped the strap over my shoulder. It had been weeks but it stillfelt great being two-handed. It really did."You guys re...dy?" Gina asked from behind the drums."Fire away," I told her.She clicked her sticks in time and we started in on one of our songs.Wow, I was totally playing my own bass! I'm pretty sure I was biting theshit out of my tongue from concentration and it wasn't helping me stay onthe beat or one the right strings with my fingers, but I didn't. Quarter of the way down he missed the next step with his stick, lost his balance and tumbled the rest of the way.Every injury in his left leg sprang to painful life. His left forearm really hurt. So did that shoulder, his ribs and his left hip. He tried to stand up but it was hopeless. So was crawling. The pain in his left leg was too much. He groped for his phone in his right hand pocket and called for an ambulance.He then realised that he needed someone to let the ambulance team in. Daphne. We had evenwon regionals this year, my junior year.Stacy liked scifi space movies but none of her girlfriends were intothat. She was afraid they wouldn't even understand and would laugh ather if they found out she liked them. She knew from growing up next toeach other that she could always get me to go with her to them. Thesemovies were the only time I got to be around such a beautiful girl. Iknew she would never go out with me, but I couldn't help saying yesanytime these movies came up. . But somehow the thought of it actuallyhappening had slipped her mind. When it happened it made you feel close tobeing meat. It was one of the last things they did before they spitted you.Everybody knew that. But it was undignified and uncomfortable, like the guttingthey used to do long ago. She gasped at the unmistakeable touch of the spit against her vulva lips.The tip was cool, smooth and hard. With the controls she moved it gently intothe perfect position to enter her. Slowly but.