”“And not being punk would get him on the radio. And not just colleges.”“Exactly.”He sighed. He thought about FOP, Moe’s ex band. How, exc...pt for Moe’s terrible drumming they had the four-four sound of disco, and without her he imagined them heading that way, only with her weird lyrics, though maybe losing them, the best part of their sound he thought. And Eddie becoming radio friendly. The whole thing about losing integrity. Selling out. Except he figured Eddie had the talent not to have to.. I left work a little early. I just couldn't find the enthusiasm to start something new at 4.45pm. On the bus home, my gaze floated over the other passengers, wondering who else felt frustrated with their life.I dawdled, in no rush to get home after I got off the bus. The short walk from the bus stop to my house was one that I'd walked over a thousand times before, without really seeing it. Tonight as I walked home, I noticed the odd uniformity of the houses, with little well kept gardens. I told my coach that I wanted to talk him, but he was busy and he said he would set time to the side for me at some point. He eventually did, but he set it for a weird time though. I was practicing late one Wednesday night and I went into the shower. I cleaned myself out alone and then about half way through my shower my coach, Mr. Foreman came into the showers. “Hello Tina,” Mr. Foreman said. “Mr. Foreman, what are you doing here, I'm naked,” I replied as I turned my back to him. “I know, you. We were slowly undressing, taking our time like a pair of virgins. Once we were nude, we were standing there admiring each other. ‘Wow, I’ve never even touched a black cock before, man.’ Kimberly protested, as she massaged my dick. ‘Is it true about black men in bed?’ I laughed and said, ‘You’re about to find out, baby girl.’ I leaned over and kissed her on the lips passionately. Kimberly’s eyes were close so I slowly laid her on her back. I was sucking on her tits and giving them nice love.