“Hey, Mr. Indianporn I stop at The Window. Tight body, reasonable tits, great face, AMAZING feet, whenever she shows them. I stare at them for a while, contemplating my decisions. I just wish we could be friends without me being in a fucking band. We joke about dumb shit, like we do, and the whole time I’m just looking around the room. “You alright, Matt?”
I look over at her for a second, and reply, “Yeah, just left my keys in the band room.”
“Oh, that sucks. Oh, and the erection in my pants was in full view. Here’s the thing, right? Chapter 1: The PictureI sigh as I walk into the band room after a long practice. I step in and walk into the locker room. Some of these guys are like friends for life, or whatever, and they hang out whenever they can. If you are in a marching band, you can understand why. Believe it or fucking not, Mark is the only other guy I’ve met
