However, there was no way that I was going to take on close to two dozen outlaw bikers. I may be an old man, but I am too young to die.One of the men ...leaned over and put his arm around Inga's shoulders and said, "Damn, girl! I sure like that outfit! You look good enough to eat."Inga didn't respond. She cowered there and looked up at me, even though she knew that there was nothing that I could do for her now. If we couldn't talk these guys into behaving themselves, and I really didn't think that. I said nothing, but continued staring at his erect huge cock.He finally gave me an ultimatum. "Cocksucker, I don't have all day. Either get on your knees and start sucking my cock like it is obvious you want to or stop drooling and I will go wake up my girlfriend for a morning quickie."I hesitated only briefly before falling to my knees in front of this confident young man. I looked up and saw his smug smile that only made the embarrassment that much greater...yet, I desperately wanted to feel. As soon as I saw that, I immediately blushed and made a splash of water. "Hey, I'm your new neighbor!" I screamed as loud I could, which was even hard to do with water surrounding my chest.The old guy looked over to me through the wood and yelled back, "Well, hey there! Nice to meet you, youngin. What's your name?" He mysteriously looked around, as if he were suspecting to see someone else outside with me. "Yeah, my name is Ella. I moved here about a month ago. Do you have any kids?" . They cried for toys when they were children; my punishments always involved taking away the guitar.Puking twice in the half-hour before I performed was not a favorable omen. Ms. Smith tried to make light of my clammy, pale skin. She laughed when I looked annoyed and put the guitar in my arms.I felt grounded again.I performed near the beginning of the Recital. Ms. Smith wanted me to close the show but was shouted down. I was singing in Spanish to a Caucasian audience went the argument. I laughed.