I'd never wornit and it still had the tags in it. The damned thing was actually purpleand yellow. I was sure that Mom would never let me accompany her...wearingthat shirt. I wasn't sure I'd want to accompany myself wearing that thing.I laughed at my image in the mirror and ran down the stairs shouting, "OK,I'm ready, let's go!" Mom looked at me, I could see anger building in her eyes. Then, she burstout laughing. "That's the shirt that Mel sent you, isn't it?" Knowingperfectly well that it was.. 'Undress me' he demanded i immediately obliged kneeling on the bed with my legs slightly spread allowing him to see my moist pussy. I undid his belt and then removed his singlet i then stood and removed his pants and boxers and as i did so i knelt in front of him and kissed his erection i ran my tongue up and down his shaft and circled the head with my tongue i then gently kissed each of his balls and slowly kissed my way across his stomach up his chest gently biting each nipple and then. Read Zamyatin's We, or Huxley's Brave New World. Each has elements foretelling what we're experiencing, and each gave us the tools to prevent the desolation surrounding me.All of 'em had one common denominator: They each described civilizations in which the population refused to think for itself. Societies that let a bunch of psychopaths think for them. And that's what we had here.Thus, why we believed preposterous claims of some "outbreak" with no physical effects. Google "smallpox victims,". Mom pulled him into the kitchen, closing the door.Over the course of the next few days, all eight of us, called everyone we knew and asked if they had sheet music we could beg, borrow & copy.When we told them why, they got as excited as we did, with a few of April’s girlfriends deciding to have us play at their Sweet Sixteen birthday parties. We got seven gigs, just like that. All with at least a $1,500 payday for two hours of music. We would have our business cards in plenty of time to hand.