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to limit the mess - thinking about how wild we were, unwilling to wait another day.  We played a set that night that went into two encores.  We were so buzzed from the adrenaline, we barely remembered to pull the brand new box of condoms out from the center console.
    Even before that night, we both knew we were going to have sex.  It was just a matter of when.  Buying the condoms had been a logical step.  It just took another few months to get there.  But that night...  Oh god.  I can still remember the one single tear that ran down her face from the pain of losing her virginity.
    But it didn't stop her.  She held me still, her hands on my hips, but then her own hips started twisting a little below me.  Then, before I could even put together the words to ask her if it was okay, she began to move, her body wrapping itself around me like a koala, hips slamming against mine.
    I was lost to her that night.  I would have done anything she asked.  And while she didn't come during sex, I made sure, right after I came, to stroke her clit until she screamed.
    Looking down, I see that the YouTube video ended at some point during my trip down memory lane.  I clean myself up, pull out a half-empty bottle of cheap booze someone left in the apartment, and throw myself back down on my bed, flipping on iTunes and quickly rifling through my music for something auspicious to play.
    Easier to Run , by Linkin Park, comes up first and I want to smack myself in the forehead.  I click to the next song before I realize I'm half blitzed already and probably shouldn't be putting together a playlist in this state.  The next song that comes on is Let Her Go by Passenger and I let myself sink into the wallowing.  Like the moron I obviously am, I open a video editing program, downloaded the YouTube video, and proceed to record it on loop, starting at the moment when our hands touched.
    I let the video loop so many times that the end result is a video lasting nearly ten minutes, which I save, create a link on the desktop, and let run while I drink myself into unconsciousness, listening to the world's pussiest, most pathetically sad mix ever.
    Not that it means much, but I do stay away from the video and booze for a few days.  The band meets for practice Wednesday but the conversation is minimal, stress about the upcoming double-header making us push through hard, adding in a few interesting details.  It doesn't end up making much difference since Andy comes home upset about something two-thirds of the way through our rehearsal.
    We all hear the door slam but Justin nearly throws his mic down in his haste to get to his girl.  We follow at a more leisurely pace, trying to stay hidden behind the wall while blatantly eavesdropping.
    "...support me?  That I wanted to keep my job for as long as possible?" we hear Andy ask.
    Some muffled words and then a nearly-shouted "...complete douche."
    "...baby store...boss...boom..."
    There is more conversation but we can't make it out, then Andy's angry voice rises.  "And that makes it okay?  I got fired from my job for failure to work at a satisfactory level because that douche bag thinks I should have tried harder to work through my nausea.  And if that wasn't enough, he also threw in that the company doesn't like to retain employees who garner negative publicity.  He didn't come right out and call me a gold-digging whore, but he did mention that since I'm pregnant and will need maternity leave, he could save the company extra bucks by firing my ass.  And you're saying that I should be okay with all that?!?"
    I try to stop Cy and Griffin with my arm, but they both push their way past me, obviously intent on getting more info.  I press my forehead into the wall.
    Idiots.
    They push back around the corner a few seconds later grinning like fools and Griffin whispers, "Ten minutes, my ass."
    "Come on," Cy says, gesturing for us to head back.
    "I take it Justin is busy," I smirk.  They both just