I certainly hoped he didn't see me and remember.The group called themselves the Crickets. Well, for that time in our rock history that seemed appropr...iate, I guess. As they ended their set, the lights went down and the crowd began to clap loudly. As they came up again, there were the Buckinghams beginning to play the song I remembered so clearly, "Kind of a Drag." They were fantastic and I knew someday (little did I know how soon) that they would make the charts. In the middle of the song. ”“Why not?” I was genuinely curious.“Think about Peanuts,” he said. “The cartoon, not the food. When Charles Schultz passed away, unexpectedly, the stories stopped when he did.”“Sad but true,” I agreed.“Consider that if you have dozens and dozens of really good books waiting their turn to be released, year after year,” he continued. “Even with all your newfound wealth, the stories are an annuity that will take care of your children, and your children’s children, for generations to come.”It. . I'm not doing anything!" she lied, sealing her fate as one of my mates. I walked to the fridge and pulled out the milk, turning back around to find myself staring down at the top of her head with a perfect shot between her breasts."Oh Ja-" she tried to say, as my hand reached forward and grabbed the front of her shirt, ripping it off her body. She stared at her bare torso for all of a second before realizing that she'd teased just a tiny bit to long and she started trying to get away. She ran. And he hoped coming clean would smooth it over.Just explain what happened, tell her that she came unwanted.Mark paced in the bedroom, trying to think of how to start-“What’s going on, Mark?”, Janine asked in frustration. She was sitting on the bed, watching Mark get flustered. It wasn’t like him.“First, I want you to know that I had no idea this was going to happen”. Mark put his hand up, like he was swearing on the Bible.Janine glared at him, and Mark glanced away for a second.“Spit it out”.