We pulled up at the Bulldog and I let Cousin Paul know what I was up to then slid off. The mistake I think too many guys make when they’re walking �...��round the Dam is they window shop too long and psyche themselves out of it. So I stopped off at the first hot chick I saw and with a nervous flutter in my stomach, knocked on the glass door with its red light reflecting out from above. A blonde woman just short of six feet smiled and stepped up off her stool. She was wearing scant purple lingerie. The noise of it startled me. I'd never heard her play before. She was good. Did I say good? Did I say noise? She was ferociously good. Ferociously noisy. Right way I could tell she was better than me, much much better. She crashed into something jangly and dissonant and upsettingly brilliant. How could she do those things, make those miraculous wrenching sounds? It was like nothing I'd ever heard before.I sat down on the little bench in the hall. No way could I leave now--I'd disturb them. But. Mujhe dekh kr uska lund khada hone laga or usne jaldi se towel lapet lia. phirMe: Tarun yr meri shirt bheeg gayi h mujhe thand lag jayegi.Tarun: koi ni tum ye shirt utar kr meri tshirt pehen lo.Mai bohot naughty mood me thi islie maine wahin pr apni shirt utaar di phir tshirt dhoondhne lagi. wo bohot excited ho gya. Mai tshirt le kar uske pas baith gayi or Mai apna haath uska taang per fairne lagi or uska lund khada ho gya. Mai uska towel hata kr uska lund sehlane lagi. Wo meri taraf dekh kr. We'd kicked off to Richland. Then on the third play Larry Gordon stripped the ball from their quarterback and fell on it.Our ball on the fifty. Life was good.Then our first play on offense, Robbie at quarterback Mike was sitting on the sidelines for some reason handed off to Luke. Before he got three steps, three Richland defenders hit him. Two more joined the pile before the referees whistled the play dead.I shook my head. We were better than that.I watched as we set up again. I'd bet it was.