I walked with Damon and B up the hill to the High School parking lot by the police station. There was a huge used CD sale being held there on fold up tables. There were also tables of DVDs and VHSs.

We headed straight for the table of VHSs, and I wondered why no one was browsing the table of DVDs; they are worth more. Damon found a few tapes he wanted, but I don’t see anything worth getting.

Someone asked me if I was a cheerleader because I was wearing that kind of skirt. I am not a cheerleader.

The high school band class was arranged into a giant L-shaped seating arrangement. I found my way to where the other tuba players were sitting and tried to grab a seat. Rachael from work was sitting in one of the chairs. I wondered why she was sitting there because she didn’t even play the tuba.

I asked her to move down one seat so that I could sit down. She moved but another band member immediately filled the seat. I asked her to move down again, and again the empty seat was taken. She wouldn’t give up her seat, so I went to the other side of the arrangement to find a seat.

On the other side sat Karen from work. She was the center of a growing group of people, talking about her weekend. I wondered why she was here because she wasn’t in the band and was moving away in a few days.

I tried to ask her to move and give me her seat, but I couldn’t get Karen’s attention. I finally found a seat, but realized I was still wearing my prescription sunglasses. I made my way to the conductor’s table, where my eyeglass case was sitting, and exchanged my sunglasses for a special pair of prescription band glasses.

I accidentally grabbed the conductor’s glasses, but they didn’t fit. My special band glasses were smaller than reading glasses and made of a very thin, very expensive metal. I pushed them up my nose as far as I could and was able to make my way back to my seat. I wondered how I would read the music with my skinny glasses sitting so high on my nose.

I stood in a trench in the floor. It was three feet wide and too long to see the end. There was a bunch of machinery in it that encouraged me to travel down the trench.

When I got to the end, the machinery stopped moving toward me but kept working. From below the machinery it pushed some credit and identification type cards. They moved as though on a conveyor belt, disappearing under me and reappearing below the machinery.

I picked up one of the cards, a black one, and saw that it had my name stamped onto its surface. It was my debit card. That made me realize that all of the cards going past me were mine... I had brought my purse into the trench with me, but must have lost it along the way. I started grabbing up all the cards that came by, but then the machinery stopped.

I was dismayed that I had lost a lot of my cards, though couldn’t remember how many I was supposed to have. I turned around and saw B standing at the edge of the trench. He leaned down and helped pull me out of the trench. There wasn’t much floor space where he was standing, but he sat down against the wall and I sat straddling his lap.

He pulled me closer and I could feel his erection through both of our jeans. He told me that he had missed me. I pushed closer to him and orgasmed, causing him to orgasm. We had our heads turned in the same direction - to my right.

I was traveling through a town and stopped by someone’s house to spend the night. She was in the shower, and I made myself at home. When she emerged from the bathroom, she said that I could use the shower if I wanted.

I undressed in the bathroom and stepped into the stall shower. I left the door open and the light off while I showered. I leaned up against one of the stall corners and, with my feet spread, masturbated.

My masturbatory attempt was not very gratifying. I wanted her to come into the bathroom, see what I was doing, and join me.

When she came into the bathroom, I apologized for doing what I was doing with the door open. She told me to not worry about it, but made it very clear that she was not interested in joining me. I was disappointed.

I walked through the upstairs apartment and found a black cat hiding, scared, in the corner behind the door. I knew that she had done something so terribly awful that she would need to be put down. There was a small jar of wasabi-looking substance sitting on the mantle: this was how the cat would be put down.

I went further into the apartment and saw the older lady who lived there. She was sitting with her adult daughter discussing the cat. Behind the ladies I saw a bunch of cookie sheets with small little piles of the wasabi-like substance, arranged almost in preparation for baking. The old woman was going to kill herself after killing the cat. I told her with a forcible authority that she was not going to do something like that to herself. The daughter then realized what was going on, and we both argued with the older woman. After some time, the daughter walked out of the apartment because she knew our arguments were useless.

I went back downstairs and outside very frustrated. As I walked around to the front side of the apartment building I noticed a man was going the same direction. We struck up a conversation and I thought he was very interesting to talk to. I grabbed my watering can as we talked and he started to wander off. I asked if he had some pliers to turn on and off the waterspout; I had forgotten mine.

As I filled my watering can, I became aware that my hair was still wet from a shower and wrapped in a towel. I wished that I had thought to take it off so he could see my long hair. He started to go, but instead asked if I would like to have lunch with him. I said that it would be lovely, but he must have misheard me because he looked sad and mumbled something as he walked off. I yelled back that I would love to have lunch with him, and that made him smile.

I continued watering my flowers, but noticed that my neighbor had moved in all of her potted plants while I wasn’t looking. I couldn’t tell which plants were mine and which were hers.

I sat down on the steps and fiddled with something in my hand. A child of about 4 years came up to me and we had a little conversation while his mother stood nearby. I stood up and talked with the mom a bit. Me roommate came out of the building and I introduced her to the child's mother. I made sure the mom knew that I had a roommate; I did not want her to know that I was married as well.

She asked me how much I would chare for her to buy some of my vegetables. I told her that I didn’t have much, only radishes, peas, carrots, lettuce, and some herbs. I told her that the rest of the stuff there belonged to one of my neighbors.

I was standing in front of the high school and Robert Greaves asked me if I would be willing to give Sylvester a ride home from the high school. Sylvester was a few years behind me in school and was deaf and dumb. Even so, we were able to communicate quite well.

I asked him when he needed to be home, and he said that his curfew was 3am. I thought, ‘What am I going to do with you until three?’ but told him that I was sad he had to leave so soon.

We drove around in my car for a while and ended up stopping in a parking lot to watch people walk by. He told me that he loved me and had always loved me. I thought about my engagement to B, but let Sylvester kiss me when he leaned forward.

I sat with my brother Marty in the kitchen of his new house. He had something very important to tell me about the kiss he gave me when I was younger. The kiss was very inappropriate and had changed our relationship completely; I could not trust him.

Marty told me that he wasn’t actually the one to give me the kiss. Damon was the one who kissed me.

I was angry that Damon had kissed me and let Marty take the blame for it. I was angry that it was kept a secret for this long.

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