Stepping up to the counter, he said, “Hello, Juanita.”“Hey, Burl,” she replied.She held out a cup of coffee for him. “Just like you like it....��“Thanks,” Burl said.He dug through his pocket and pulled out his money clip. It took him a few seconds to find two dollar bills. He dropped them on the counter and said, “Keep the change.”“You always leave us a tip,” Juanita said collecting the bills. She made the change and dumped it into the tip jar they kept there to get a little of the change back for. It at least got more attention. Finally finishing the song up, she noted that quite a bit more of the audience was paying attention.Catalina seemed less defensive after the crowd's acclaim. The rest of the band was also happy with the response to an "Original" piece. For her own part, Maggie felt like shit. She didn't want to be stealing other people's music to get noticed, but the error was simply that.The set continued. The band's usual pattern was to do a cover, then an original, then two. I sighed loudly, feeling the warmth of her mouth as she closed her lips around me.I closed my eyes and whimpered, enjoying her ministrations, basking in her devotion to me.‘Now, sweet pea, I want you to get on your knees…’Quickly, Judy knelt and looked into my eyes, like an obedient puppy, waiting for instructions.‘Put your head up my skirt, my wanton little minx, and kiss me. I want to feel your naughty lips and tongue…’Judy leant forward and tenderly took my buttocks in her hands. Then she. I found out at the end of the game that her name was Ana. I was sitting right next to her. She was a cute little long-haired brunette. She was wearing jeans and a Boston College Eagles t-shirt. Not one of those loose fitting t-shirt, but one that made you really cheer for the home team. She was with who I assumed was her boyfriend, a guy called Dan, but of the two, she seemed to be the hockey fan. He didn't wear anything hockey-related, and didn't even seem to care much for the game. He kept.