I played oboe (and French horn my sophomore year) in concert band along with flute and trumpet for marching and pep band. It was like something out of... a pathetically contrived pop song. It started when I chose the swim team assignment for newspaper. I took a few pictures, quoted the coach and some players and left. Even now, I can’t look out the car window on Ash street without thinking of all the times I drove through the snow to get a story, or just to see Dan swim meet. Then I started. Then the crescendo hit and she loudly exclaimed “COME!”.He heard the last word as a command. The conflict in his head was over with the point of no return being reached, the dam broke and his balls spasmed hard. He thrust into her as deeply as he could manage and held it there. The orgasm took him to new heights of pleasure with the build-up he’d held back now releasing an overload of sensation and delight. His rod had become a direct conduit for his seed discharging deep into Angela,. It was nearly 9pm when headlights flashed across his shaded window and he heard the familiar tweet of Fontane’s remote car locks. He felt guilty for his earlier conversation with the man. He dressed quickly and went to the hallway.Fontane was just putting his key into the lock of his door when Dott called out, “Everett, I...I just want to say that I’m sorry for what I said earlier.”Fontane seemed bright; almost jolly. He smiled and shook his gray head. “No need to be apologizin’ Dott. Been a. „Ich bin gleich zurück!“Sie steht auf und verlässt die Bar.Als Verena aus dem verdreckten Fenster schaut, sieht sie vor lauter Schneeflocken kaum die Straße.Sie bezahlt beide Kaffees und wartet auf ihre Kollegin.Die Atmosphäre hier, ist alles andere als einladend. Verena möchte so schnell wie möglich hier verschwinden. Von Minute zu Minute wird sie unruhiger.Die Tür geht auf, was sie aus ihren Gedanken wirft. Schon fast mechanisch schaut sie, wer in die Bar gekommen ist.Ein Mann um die 50, etwa.