The flowers are strongly scented. At first its a pleasant reminder of the approaching springtime, then suddenly it becomes a bitter aroma that surely ...exists only in my mind. It annoys me nonetheless, I refuse to allow its harshness to fill me as it has filled the car. I lower the window, admitting some cool air along with the fumes of the freeway, then tune the radio to a heavy metal station. Its not what I usually listen to, but Im fairly certain I wont hear an unfortunately timed ballad or. We were both in the high school band, she played clarinet and I played trumpet. On our first date, I had suggested that we kiss each other goodnight using the lip formations we each used with our band instruments. It was good for a laugh and it got me a kiss on the first date.Our progress from there was slow but pretty steady. I had, after a couple of months gotten her top and bra off, she had beautiful, round, firm breasts and I loved kissing and sucking their pretty, pink nipples.Another. “Well, she really knows how to get what she wants, eh?” Alice said jokingly. “Where’d she get the outfit anyway? It looks like one of Becs’.”“Oh yea, we ran into Becca with a few of her friends back there. Didn’t think she’d miss the clothes though, and my mom was in need of some clothes,” I replied nonchalantly.“Wow. You guys really don’t kid around, do you? You know, it’s funny, I really admired her since we were kids. I remember when we were in the 4th grade once, and she always dressed. Now I had no fucking clue as to what peoplein Mexico put in chili. Or if they even ate chili. Even before I'dbecome Amy my knowledge of Mexico extended to Taco Bell and somecultural stuff from Spanish language classes, and being a little highschool kid didn't expand upon it.No.Anyway, we were at a show by some little trio of kids from Delacroixwho didn't even have a name for their band yet. The reason we werediscussing Mexican food at all was this show took place at El Banditos,which was.