Bandpractice, after dark, under stadium lights. I dont see any stands, so it must be a practice field. There are wood light poles. The grass is very green. The atmosphere feels like Dalton band festival night. Don Hall of course is the director. We're practicing a very complicated layout. I am marching to the right of Shandra (shon' drah). I imagine she's a clarinet player. I am me, doesnt seem like I'm in HS. Seems like I am current age (39). I am an ordinary white guy. She seems young, mid 20s.

She is wearing a black with white stripes cheerleader like dress, but longer almost knee length, with v-neck top and no sleeves. She has beautiful coffee honey colored sholders exposed, dark brownish curly long hair, just above mid back. She probably weighs about 110-120, about 5-5, small breasts trim tummy and a plump round bottom. Her face is always smiling, her eyes are passionately burning, her nose is thin and perky, her lips sumptuous but not overyly large. Her face has an always lilt of happiness to it. I know we are friends, but we dont have a relationship. Her skin tone is overall creamy light brown with golden coffee honey highlights. Fantastic legs, short white socks and tennis shoes. Nike style.

To Shandra's left is a close friend of hers. I cant recall her name at the moment. But she is taller and darker. For some reason I'm very tired, but this routine at some point includes running. The line we are in, Shandra's friend is running first, then Shandra, then me. We run off to the left. We are near the endzone , probably the 20, facing the other end, running to the left sideline, curving as we approach the sideline and running down it. Near the other 20, we curve toward the other sideline and weave between some other groups, and vear toward the 50 at about a 45 degree angle on the hash mark. We're running around a circle formation of flag girls. Shandra and I are falling behind. We do one lap around the circle formation and then rejoin the line going towards the 50/sideline. I'm not sure im following the right line, , we hear the whistle to that usually means stop just as we're wondering why the formation hasnt been called off. Don Hall appears with a question look on face, I holler, I'm following her! (Shandra). Don disappears. We keep going. As we curve back to our original position and headed back as if for a repeat of the pattern, not that I know its going to repeat, Shandra hollers, we're ok, I see (friend's name).

Scene fades out.

Lots of people in parking lot walking towards cars. I'm headed eventually to my metalic powder blue 88 Camry wagon. I'm alone in the croud but I know most of them. Maybe this was a dance or some other event. Seems unrelated to the previous scene, around 1/2 hr b4 dusk, probably near or after 6p. I see some ppl running by, Shandra is one of them, she smiles at me and says something, moving backwards as her friends have already passed by, I catch her, pick her up and whirl her around lovingly. OMG you love me? or something like that she says. Yeah I always have. She is elated. I feel her in my arms, twirl her around a few more times on the way to the car, holding her side saddle, mostly upright, her legs to my left, she holds me as tight as I hold her. We end up in my car. Scene fades.

I know we are in a medium lit room, she is nude, her plump bottom riding me. She is squeezing my penis tightly. I can see clearly the details of her pery tightly stretched around my penis going up and down. I feel her inside intensely, very liquid, every detail of her vagina. The roughness of the front of her vagina against the front of my penis. I must have my right hand on her right sholder. It seems like my butt is against the front of some old chest/table something like grandma's old chest/table. Seems higher up though. It seems like a livingroom, yellowish brownish light, something is greenish, maybe part of the table I'm against.

I know we have made love many times. I have spent a lot of time with her. Messing up my usual routine. Late day fuzzy white/grey/blue lighting, entering the back of some brick building surrounded by other brick structures, an arched entryway across from where im going in on another building, a medium height brickish/concretish wall in front of me, my entrance to my left arm slightly behind me out of corner of eye. I'm down in a kind of hole like sunken entry way, with 3 or so steps up to a worn down doorway sunken into the building, flakey light blue paint on wood door parts, worn down looking door. Everything is dirty looking, old NY style cityish. I dont recall entering, now standing in a longish room with desks, cluttered policed office like check in area. Some crook is being checked in and some thanks are exchanged. A vague feeling that I'm responsible for turning him in, or being involved in it. He is being handcuffed, or has them on. I am standing in a double wide door frame with no doors adjoining a dark blue/green with browns living room like area, dark windows, its dark outside seems like, curtains brushed aside, sofa, in center against windows, possible coffee table, a lamp on the wall next to the double door frame, I've seen it to my right as I'm looking at the sofa, Its a smallish lamp with a shade, the light is very yellow, its on my left now as I turn to my right to look into the checkout room. Vague conversation seems to be going on. No uniforms, but shirt and tie cops. I've touched the top of the double wide door frame at least once, now hands on hips, I am looking at the man being checked in, as the cops converse. B4 I leave the head cop warns me some ppl may be looking for me, some old gang members I still belong to, but I've spent my time with Shandra. I've been dismissed and have gone through the entry I came in, the door is half open from the view from the middle of the room view. There is still a mild bit of light of day left. Bluish, darkenning. From the cops view. He says I hope he doesnt get into any trouble. Scene cuts....

To me walking down a left sidewalk in front of some old college looking building and, a huge front lawn, a short brickish wall against the sidewalk, have just passed some short stairs running up to a double wide sidewalk that crosses the lawn to the building, there are large trees on both sides of the sidewalk, there might be a short iron fence, I'm in the sun splotched shadows of the trees, presumably oaks. Into the sunlight, continuing down the sidewalk, past the building, down hill slightly, the street is pretty good size busy city lots of power lines, a very busy crossing street at the bottom of hill then more down hill beyond with traffic. Same street, but scene cuts, I'm walking slightly up hill, there is still a short brick wall to the left of the sidewalk, bright sunlight, very green grass, a large hill, with many presumably oak trees on top. The gang appears, 3 4 or 5 of th em, young, to influence me, where have you been etc. I dismiss them as I see Shandra coming toward me up the street on the other side of the hill as I've passed it. Not much of a hill on this side. The gang goes "bah!" as they know I will not be taken away from Shandra. We greet, we walk on in the direction she came from, the one I have been going in.

Scene vaguely cuts to a small intersection with lots of wires and old rundown buildings, store like, some 2 story. Come meet my mother! she smiles, oh I dont wanna, It'll be fun! she says, its a real cool place! Grabs me by the hand, leads me across the street to a 2 story run down looking building. The general atmosphere is light blue sky, multicolored buildinds, trashy neighborhood. Flat sidewalk entrance, store front like door sunk into building glass front, dark doorway, possibly a metal awning covering the glass front and doorway. Dusty entrance.

Low red light on the inside, music, tables, food, whores, dancers, lots of male patrons, very busy floor, a bar to the left, dimly red/orange/yellow lit wrap around counter, Shandra drags me by the hand through the crowd. Mom is a friendly old lady who gives us a free 'date'. I presume its just 2 strippers.

Scene cuts to yellowish lit wooden hallway, very close, grey, dark greenish worn out, dusty hotel like carpet, there are 'rooms' with no doors, veil curtains, activity is going on in each small low ceiling room. The tempurature seems a bit too warm up here. We've gone around a corner and in a short hall with a few rooms, our room, #2, is at the end of the hallway, seems slightly ramped down entrance into a room about tall enough to sit in. This may be an attic where the rooms border the building outsides, and the hall is barely tall enough to stand in. Some old faded wood doors in places b4 we had turned the corner. We enter our room, and there are 2 performers, in a near naked state, we sit on the part of the room to the right as we enter, they are sitting on the left of the entrance. There are pillows, the 2 girls pet us, perform for us. In the hallway, an old man with a long white beard offers to do Shandra, she turns him down, a few minutes later he strips anyway and is holding his penis. He has white furry body hair. She pays him no attention. We are then sitting in the hallway, near the 3 way intersection next to the faded old door in the left wall of he adjoining hallway. We are somewhat toward the room we were in, which looking at the intersecting hallway would be to the right. We are sitting among a group of gals and men chatting, all jambed up together in the hallway. There is general conversation. You didnt go all the way? one of the girls asks, no I say, Shandra says you didnt know they would do everything? I said no, I didnt know they were prostitutes, I thought they were just strippers. Shandra indeed lives in a very odd place. She doesnt seem to be one of the prostitutes. I feel like her mother is a sweet old lady. Fades out...

Overhead about 45 degrees, large rainy parkinglot going uphill from the street sparsely spaced cars, expensive cars, my wagon, we might have gone to a movie or something. As we've exited, a large men in black style mob gang, swarms the lot. Shandra has been picked up and the vehicle has disappeared. I feel alone and in danger, her girlfriend has been picked up somewhere, there is general terror, I am disorriented, I'm being heavily influenced to come along by some important gang member(s) at least one head like guy is talking to me. One of those unrefusable offers. Finally I see a square like suv type vehicle, jeep like, Shandra is in the rear right seat looking through the back window as they pass to my left, it is very rainy, the parking lot is somewhat flood like. The vehicle stops, I get in the rear right door and sit next to Shandra. The driver is a very fast scary driver, one of the gang, he swerves around the parkinglot maniacly in the general direction, downhill somewhat toward the street entrance, a large ditch like area to the right of the entrance/exit and a flat street. We make several swerves, kinda donutting around the parking lot, bumping across a grass area to the right of the entrance, and jump up onto the street. He's apparently a very skilled or crazy driver, he guns it as we turn right onto the street from the grass. There is heavy rain. We are headed some distance away in with many gang cars... I guess we'll be ok.

There may be a scene missing here, whatever would have happened wherever the mob gang took us.

Scene cuts to, my butt is against a building wall, on a sidewalk, awning covered, to my immediate right is a doorway. Again, Shandra's bottom is going up and down on my penis. My jeans are around my ankles, she may be wearing a small dress. I am looking at her left side. I see her front, between her legs my penis is sticking through them, a girl brushes by and I brush my penis on her left leg as she passes, I see her naked hip and leg. She is in company with someone, a woman I think. Shandra hollers, thats (girl friends name), I leave the girl alone, I cum in Shandra, intensely, repeatedly. Shandra is fully bent double in front of me, I see her bottom and back and legs. Gosh thats a nice ass. I finally see (girl friends name, maybe a B name) clearly, she's taller than Shandra, smiley face, thick cheeks, very dark skin, long black curly hair, tight whitish horizontal stripe pattern tee with short sleeves, large breasts, very supple ass, very tight jeans. She is leaning against the wall in the shadows of the building which seems kind of blueish painted brick. I can see the end of the building and beyond bright sunlight outside, the 45 degree shadow of the building laying on the street and sidewalk. The sidewalk is busy. I pull out and squirt large piles of cum on the sidewalk next to Shandras bare feet, then one....two...three increasingly longer and thinner streams of cum that reach almost midway to the center stripe of the road pavement. I'm thinking I havent come this much in a while.

In bed with Shandra, dimly lit by the grey outside, a double window bedroom, I come huge piles into a pillow, my penis is ragingly hard against the pillow, I awaken in real life, my penis is ragingly hard against the pillow between my legs, no wet spot, the phone is ringing....4 times, I miss it....ringing again, i make it out of bed and pick up the phone, its Debra. I just had a wild dream, I need to write this down, Debra and I chat.....fade out....