It was an intensely creative time. Eddie had never been better, and everyone else seemed to reach his excellence. The almost marathon concert garnered... enthusiastic responses from the audience. Standing ovations even between the three sets. The third one, beginning with the new acoustic song and ending with the new rocker, released when the tour began as a single with both sides getting substantial airplay, really built things to a crescendo despite a lot of the audience less familiar with. Just standing there, gawping at Her. She doesn’t mind, and looks at the photos of bare girls in my case. This is heaven. The spunk is rising. Miss Donna can see my face turning red, my breath coming in deep gasps. The rest is a blur. I know I’m moaning and in less than half a minute She makes me start to pump into my underpants and trousers, shuddering and convulsing in time to the shots of spunk, right in front of Her. Ecstasy floods me in wave after wave as I thoroughly wet my pants before. She just knew that it was going to be "the party of the century". But then, all parties were the party of the century that year, seeing as the clock wasn't just turning over a new year that New Years, it was turning over a new century and even a new millennium.Deciding not to go with the "I'm a blatant newbie" look, the normally shy, demure fourteen-year-old went out after school a few days before, acquiring several items she believed she'd require for the night out to end all nights out. This. It didn't seem fair.My off time wasn't much better.After trying a few exercises the professor had given us, and understanding NONE of them by the way, I decided to take a walk around campus to clear my head.The school was pretty large, six building of lecture halls and libraries, and four dormitories. The main one in the middle of campus, two flanking the large body of buildings and the final and smallest one, the building in which I am the sole resident, between the main library and sports.