.. we haven't even been on a date yet. This ... whatever this is ... it's nothing like what happened between me and Amber." You ... you don't hate me?... she said, her eyes filled with the barest spark of hope as she glanced up at me before dropping her face back towards the ground."No," I said firmly, keeping my eyes on her. I was just a little surprised that there was no argument from within me. There simply was not hate there. "Not even remotely. What you do ... who you do it with ... it's not. .. it’s not like he’s anybody good, like Hootie and the Blowfish, or even Elvis Presley or someone. But since it’s for You, I suppose we could make do.”Then her attitude changed dramatically and she asked, “I’ve heard that there are some piano compositions by Franz Liszt that have never been played as solos since his death. No one else had the hand span he did. Yet I sense that Bill Koenig has very large hands and long fingers. Can he play them?”“Yes, he can,” the Voice replied. “But. She rearranged her pants and bra and put on her jacket. Dale came overwith a first aid kit but Cassie pushed them all away."Just let me get a clean shirt out of my pannier, clean up, and continuewith church," Cassie said.All the bikers cheered at her bravado and determination.Cassie hobbled outside and took a clean long-sleeved t-shirt from thepannier on her bike. The leaned over and steadied herself on her ridewhile she retched and spat blood. Her ribs ached and her stomach feltlike it had. " "What?!" I said taken aback. "You mean you dare me to pay for the gas with cum on my face?" "Yeah" he said, "what's the matter, don't have the nerve?" From what I he saw me do in his fraternity shower and what he heard I had to do on spring break, he knew I had the nerve. "What's in it for me?" I asked with a grin. "If you do it, I'll eat you out for half an hour," he said. I thought about it for a second and without answering him, I leaned over and undid the button and zipper of his pants..