Molesting Lily
I arrived at the address she gave me around 1 p.m., a fairly large mansion, definitely in an affluent neighborhood. Ringing the doorbell, I stood there quietly in front of a huge double door, made from heavy wood resembling oak. I had my bass on as a sort of backpack, and was carrying a small amp/speaker unit for it as well. I had been told to bring everything I might need, since she and her friends were more about classical instruments and wouldn’t have everything. As a fairly tall, but also skinny guy my backpack reached comical heights, with the head of it sticking out a foot over my 6”7’ frame. Being kinda nervous, I thought about what I’d heard or seen from her. The door opening ripped me out of my thoughts as I …