" I'm doing the interview, Eve, not you," Stephanie snapped.� "Thecamera crew is going to arrive at noon tomorrow, and I'llinterview the warden at h...s office." Like I said, there's been a change of plans," Eve replied.� "Isuggested to Steve that we let you continue undercover for thenext few days, and I'll do all of the on-camera anchor work.� Youdid promise that, if I worked hard, I'd get my big break someday." I meant in a few years," Stephanie snarled.� "You're in thecollege internship. It was messy but the new experience had made me erupt my cum in my pants. These pants were never going to be the same again.Nat crawled further onto the bed refusing to get in the shower with me and fell asleep. I hung my pants after washing the front of them hoping that they would be dry and stain free by morning. I showered and returned to the bed naked. Nat was still out of it. She didn't wake as I pulled off her thong and undid her bra letting her perky tits free.I traced the outline of her. Behind him, every one of the regular patrons and the staff who had gathered in the lobby burst into applause. King gave them all a questioning look. Joanna spoke for the group, ‘Good riddance to bad rubbish! Now, go find Freddie!’ King didn’t need to be told twice. With his heart in his throat, he ran out the back door toward his pick-up. His dad followed him. Without knowing where to go, King drove around for over two hours looking for Freddie anywhere he could think she might be. Alexander. They stole his childhood, robbed him from experiencing bruised elbows, scraped knees, fistfights, and catching fireflies in the summer with friends. He had no friends, except for those his parents allowed in the house. And then, those were other talented young musicians. He grew to resent Mozart and all his music. As he grew older, he associated the works of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart with the pain and abuse that his parents heaped on him. Mozart was their favorite composer, and would play his.