It was one of the high points of my senior year to be the lead and solo trumpet player.I noticed on my dorm bulletin board a flier asking for experien...ed musicians to try out for the college band.I registered my interest and was called for an audition. I showed up at the appointed time, and Dean Mayer, the Dean of the Music Faculty, took me into his office and asked me what instrument I would be playing. When I showed him my trumpet, he asked me to play Otto Kettings’ Intrada.While I played he. ” I tell her, “they were already close to death all you did was lessen their suffering. The orphanage was a good idea, the children and all those lost possibilities, I can practically smell it in the air.” I smile, it’s true I can almost smell it, deep in the scent of the smoke the smell of young dead and all of their lost possibilities is thick and almost has a physical presence.“I purified them with fire.” My sister tells me like she is in a trance as she sways from side to side, “I ended. I didn’t move so he placed his hands on my head and pulled me toward him. Right before his thing hit my face I opened up and took him inside my mouth. I tried to remember what Jim told me to do and it must have been working because the Major was moaning hard and telling me what a good Southern woman I was. “That’s it, suck my cock, Belle.” Cock? I had never heard it called that before but I liked the way it sounded. His cock was so huge it barely fit into my mouth. He kept pushing deeper and. As soon as Seamus and I got in the car, I said to him, "I guess you're not gonna tell me what Mr. Yoshida said?" Nope," he grinned. "I'll tell you after I put it into action."January 17, 1984I was alone in my apartment, getting ready to head over to the Andrade house for band practice. The phone rang."You'll never believe what happened today at school," came my brother's voice through the receiver."What happened?" I asked, with a number of possibilities suddenly running through my brain."When I.