.." he shook his headin disbelief. His intensive stare examined every inch of myfeminine clothed body, hoping to find the remnant of his nephew.He cri...nged when my mascara-laden eyes met his fearful eyes. Thetall, athletic figure cowered away with a disgusted look.I didn't know how to react in this awkward situation. I tried toexplain, but the words got struck in my throat. Mom broke thesilence, "Joe, it's freezing out here. Do you mind if we go intothe house and talk about it?" Ri ... right,". I pushed her hand back and stood up."Well, that's probably enough. Thank you, Mrs. Johnson, for your help," I said nervously smiling, walking towards the door.Mr. Johnson walked out from behind his desk and said, "Wait. Don't you owe my wife something?"Shocked I replied, "Oh, yes. How much do I owe you?" What the fuck? I didn't have any money with me."I believe she found your last payment agreeable, and enjoyable even," Mr. Johnson said calmly."Uhhh. I'm not sure what you are talking about," I. The only problem was it felt like my hand was touchinga broom handle something not alive. Not the way I remembered the lasterection I touched.As we continued our travels to different gigs, I began to understand whyso many bands broke up. You are thrown in with a group of people day inand day out with not enough time to have relationships outside the band.Everyone once in a while Jeannie or Pam would spend a few nights withone of the guys I finally decided to give it a try with the girlsurging.. His mother hoped so; his father, still stuck in the ‘he’s an asexual nerd’ groove, assumed ‘no, not likely’. Then they both put their son out of their heads and concentrated on their own erotic pleasure.“So, where are we going?”“I thought Woody might like to go to the woods to show off his wood”“Oh ha ha. Oh, I see, the woods! Lots of private places?”“You catch on eventually.”They walked on and then caught the bus out of town to Shankhill Park. The park starts well manicured, but cutbacks have.