But it wasn't the laughing, intimate conversations we had shared in the past. We chatted about mundane things and trivialities.Finally, it was Friday ...and Greg called me early in the morning."We'll get to the arena about noon," he said. "We'll do a sound check and then head out for supper. You want to meet us and go to the show with us?"I thought about it for a few moments."How long have you been on tour?" I asked. I'm sure Greg thought it was a random question."Uh, about three months," he. “I can’t. I am not 21,” she said in a bored tone.“Oh. I thought you were. How old are you then?”“17. My dad made me come.”“I see. Who is your dad?”“Jack Davis.”This was excellent news. I knew her dad and could find plenty of reasons to associate with him. He would kill to have my sponsorship.“I see. Well my name is Richard Johnson.”“Grace Davis. Nice to meet you.”“What school do you go to Grace?”“Crawford prep.”“Oh do you board there or do days?”“I board. Its two hours away. I come home on. It was like being in slow motion, as I watched her bra fall and her naked bosom appeared. Sharon was crying and saying "please don't hurt me. I will do anything you say".Tom G. and the other two men had faces that were masks of lust almost like animals. They were men about 18 or 19 and all big, 200 to 250 pounds each. I can not remember why or what I was thinking as I watched Sharon's large C breasts jiggle as she moved. It was the first time I had seen a girls naked breasts. Then the pipe I. At first I thought it was silly and too much work, but after a weekend spent sleeping on a very awkwardly shaped rock digging into my back, I learned the merits of his preparation scheme. As I worked I got the distinct impression that I was being watched—that feeling of the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. I never did see anyone.Shortly after finishing, just enough time to get my stuff squared away and get changed into swimming trunks and a tee shirt, I heard Mark and Anna.