Mr. J. hadn’t made us work on that part any extra since before Thanksgiving, so I suppose we were good enough.I’m in our lower-level band, Concert... Band, which naturally goes first in the concert. We were already on stage when the bulk of the audience showed up, and with the lights up on the stage, it was hard to tell who was there. I knew Dad was here since he brought Katie and me to the high school. Mom was supposed to show up, and Becky said she wanted to be there, too, claiming that it would. “You could’ve said something, Garrett,” I hissed at him. “Instead of -““Letting you throw yourself at me?” He interrupted me with his taunt and I could smell alcohol on his breath.I was determined not to play into this obnoxious and juvenile game. “Stop it,” I insisted. “You’re drunk!”“So are you,” Garrett taunted.“I am not,” I denied, then realized I was just falling for a grown man’s childish games. “Now move!” His hands slipped off my hips at the same time I pushed my hands on his chest. But. She grinned mischievously up at me."Let's see... , is this where I'm supposed to invite you to my Apartment for an afternoon of Erotic Research?" she teased, a faint little smile playing on her face.I threw it right back at her!"Would you like to invite me to your Apartment for a mutually enjoyable afternoon of erotic research?" I asked, grinning down at her.Lust in the Hot AfternoonTen minutes later, we left the cool air of the Bookstore. Stepping out the doors, we were met with a blast of. .' Her eyes beseeched along with her piteously wailing voice. She had scarcely ever called him 'Paul' before, had not seemed able to bring herself to, but now she was imploring, appealing to the degree of friendship that had developed between them. He could smell her mint-freshened breath and see the beads of perspiration on the soft shelf of her jutting cleavage. The family nanny was pressed against his chest - over her head in trouble and achingly fuckable. The last of his anger resolved.