”“Jessica bought some?”“Yes. She said you and she are best friends.”“Yes.”“I’m Ricardo, by the way.” I knew I said my name already... but I didn’t know hers yet so this was a good way to fish for it.“Amy.”“Great to meet you Amy. Do you mind if I slide over some of the things on this end table so I can show you?”“Sure.” She came over and moved most of the items.I set up my plastic bottles on the table.I picked up the honey mustard one for example and unscrewed the cap.“As you can see, the pickle. It looked as though the story that was told had aroused him. I watched his cock bounce in his loose jeans as he made his way over to my car. His long hair flowing in the wind. I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come. I straightened up my skirt, and blouse and put my hands on the steering wheel. He came right up to the window of my car."Hey there," he said when he reached my car."Hello," I said. "Can I help you?" Maybe, my b*o over there said he caught you finger banging yourself. The door opened, interrupting his thoughts, “It’s time, Mr. Vincent.” Without speaking, Allan handed the borrowed violin to the waiting man and wheeled himself from the room. They all waited in the wings as the orchestra tuned. The applause for the concert master passed. He and the conductor went on stage. The applause swelled around him as the lights reflected harshly off the metal of the chair. Allan could see the first row, but he did not look for the little girl. His mind was too much on. It took me less than ten minutes to walk over to my house. When I got there, I called out to let my mom know I was home, then went upstairs to my bedroom. I was still seething over how things had turned out. All I wanted to do was listen to some music and try to calm myself back down enough so I could try to plan my next move.It was about six thirty before I heard my dad calling me to come down for supper. I was calmed down by then, at least enough to have gotten most of my homework finished..