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"It's been quite some time since we last had a band teacher, I reckon." Ben replied. Then he added, "We been without one since Jonny Ray got caught after hours with a student a while back. What's your name anyway."

"Kremsberg, Felix Kremsberg." The new band teacher replied.

Ben stared down at his coffee and enjoyed the color that white cream created when it mixed with the deep mahogany color of the coffee. The mocha color always presented a calm pleasing feeling to him. His mother could not stand the mixing of cream into coffee. She always took it black. "There's no good sense to try to turn coffee into cocoa" she always said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, uh um, . . ." Felix said snapping Ben out of his trance. "Ben Shaw" he said as he extended his hand to the newcomer in town. "Are you married?" said Ben as they shook hands. "Oh no, never been married yet. I hope to someday meet someone who will be a partner in helping me strive to be the best band teacher that I can."

"There's not too many women around here. After the mine shut down most left this area. You'd be better off looking around over in Ousley County." Ben said.

"Who said anything about women?" Replied Felix.

"Well now Felix, we don't have too many homosexuals in Howard. And just a bit of friendly advice, I would keep that to myself if you don't want any trouble. If Reverend Blonde gets word of this he'll."

"I'm not gay" Interrupted Felix.

"Here's your coffee, sir." The tall lanky girl setting down the cup and saucer at the table next to the left side of Felix. "Want a warm up Mr. Shaw?" she said to Ben. "I'm fine."

Felix watched as the girl walked away. She was tall all right and skinny. At least six feet tall. With stringy black hair and an over sized nose. Felix was amazed at how thin she was. She looked unhealthy anorexic, like an Olsen twin. "Say, Ben, who's the girl?" Asked Felix.

"Oh that's Sundown." Ben said. "She attends Devil Lake Highschool. So she won't be one of your students. She's a real sweet girl. Not much to look at, bless her heart, but she's always on time and tries really hard. Too bad she looks like her dad. He's one ugly bastard."

"She looks okay to me." Said Felix. "Hopefully she's grow into the feet and nose. Is she seeing anyone?" He inquired.

Ben now understanding Felix's fondness for underage girls and not women. "So you like your girls a little on the young side do you?" Joked Ben. "Nobody likes grass on the playgrown, Felix. I think you'll fit into Howard just fine." "I tell you what, after you get settled in, you need to go see Reverend Blonde down at the church. Howard is a small town. Most of the social activities revolve around the church and Blonde will help you get to know some of the town folk." "Also there is a lively youth choir, some really pretty young adolescent girls there. Maybe Reverend Blonde could use your assistance with the music."

Felix gulped down his coffee, ecstatic of the news he was hearing. And anxious to meet with Reverend Blonde. He stood up and again extended his hand to Ben. "Ben, it was a real pleasure meeting you, I hope that we can meet again soon."

"I'm sure I'll see you again Mr. Kremsberg. You owe me for a cup of coffee."

Sundown giggled into her palm, unsuccessfully hiding her reaction to Kristen's dilemma. She wasn't alone of course. Billy Don Hodge, or BDH as his friends called him but really couldn't remember why, was giggling too. The two of them stood a little apart from their friend as she tried to find a way of turning down Chas's invitation to a movie without hurting his feelings too much. The three of them of them, along with two dozen other teenagers, were waiting for the bus home, which wound its way through Howard's less prosperous area on its way to and from the regional airport.

Sundown went to Devil Lake High in Ousley County, a reasonably good private school, surrounded on one side by private and semi-detached homes and on the other by townhouse projects populated by the lower middle class and a sprinkling of welfare recipients.

Kristen returned to the little group, rolling her eyes in the air as the others broke out in open giggling. "I heard the new band teacher at Dual Lakes has taken a shine to Sundown."

"How did you know?" Sundown demanded.

"My grandparents were visiting old man Shaw's store earlier this week and I overheard them talking about it."

"Brilliant." Said BDH.

"Not really. Shaw wants me to work more next week." replied Sundown.

"What'd you say to Chas?" BDH asked Kristen.

"I said I my dad doesn't allow me to date boys until I turn sixteen." Kristen replied.

"He'll just ask you again next month," Sundown said. "Boy are persistent that way, unless you coldly and firmly tell them "No" they'll keep pursuing it even if they think there's a glimmer of hope."

"I know. God! You'd think he'd take a hint." BDH blurted.

"I think he's kind of cute," Sundown sighed.

"He's a goof!" BDH snorted.

"He's a little geek!" Kristen scowled. "I can't believe you went out with him," she giggled. This setting off fits of laughter with the others, even Sundown, who had the misfortune to have gone out with Chas last month. Chas was the goofy aspiring DJ who was an exchange student from England. He had a huge co. . . .llection of digital music on his computer. "But I had the good sense to dump him" Replied Sundown.

"What do you mean dump him?" Ask BDH. "You went out once and he never called you again. It's not like he was your boyfriend or anything or you could do any better." He continued.

"I've had numerous boyfriends in the last school year. And I've never been dumped!" Said Sundown as they got on the bus, knowing that BDH was implying that Chas told his friends that he never wanted to go out with her again.

BDH got off the bus with Kristen, then a few stops later she pushed the "next stop" button on the hand railing to signal to the driver her intent to disengage. Sundown was left alone in the mostly empty bus as it made its way further south to the largely empty industrial area around the regional airport. While the bus slowed she saw the big chain link fence around her father's salvage yard, then got off. The street was pretty empty. There was nothing on the other side but waist high grass and a few trees. Her father's business, or "Ugly Bastard's Salvage and RV Park" as it said on the twenty foot high fence, occupied almost the entire street and went back at least a block. It was an enormous area, filled mostly with junked cars and scrap equipment, along with some of her father's card playing buddies who lived in campers on the east part of the lot. There were a couple of others who had manufactured houses of different types, but they all were junk and looked like a slight gust of wind would knock them all over. She could have swore that the Puerto Rican family had chicken fights behind the shed on weekends.

Sundown walked in through the big gate and passed around the tall piles of scrap and a giant sea of mud, then walked down a narrow lane lined with junk parts from cars or what not. Then into the shop that in front of her home. In front, was garage, packed with junked old cars and the pieces of hundreds of others. Through this mess was where she and her family lived. Her father, two brothers and sister, as well as her. It wasn't exactly a palace. In fact, it was an incredibly ugly building that was freezing in winter and roasting in summer. The only redeeming thing about it was that she had her own room. Her little sister, Beatrice, who went by Beebs, had her own room, too. Her brothers shared their bedroom.

Her mom died when Sundown was only nine years old. It was tough on the whole family but her father just seemed to go into a shell. He threw himself into the salvage business and working on cars. She remembered when he was a great athlete, a poker player, and he'd appear on television playing the game and in commercials on T.V. now, he just played cards whenever money was tight and he could beat anybody who wanted a chance to take the champ down. Other times he would host the games and just take a cut of everybody's chips. She was embarrassed to have any of her friends come by anymore. Her father was a gross pig, a blue collar, hard working sexist swine who thought women were for the kitchen and the bedroom.

She passed her older brother Wayne, as he bent over one of the cars in the garage, and went in through the little door marked "Employees Only." That was their front door. Then down the hallway to the family room and threw her bag on the ratty old recliner. There was nobody there, as usual. Her dad, Wayne, and Little Harry were all out working in the yard. Beebs was still at school. She turned and went down another hall to her bedroom, then went into her own room and closed the door.

It wasn't been easy fitting in at Devil Lake High, living where she did. She was still considered a little odd by some people. Playing the tuba in orchestra didn't help. She was planning on using the tuba to get out of Howard by getting a college scholarship and maybe become a band director herself. But her grades started to decline when a substitute new band teacher took over. Band teachers did not last long in these parts of Indiana. Maybe she could get some private tutoring from Mr. Kremsberg after he starts up at Dual Lakes. She thought to herself.

Sun flicked on the television, and clicked the remote control to the music station. Her dad had put together a satellite dish a while ago, and hooked it up to the televisions in the house. They probably weren't paying for the satellite service as Dish and Direct TV were not available out where she lived.

Sundown sighed, and took off her skirt and blouse. Her brothers had taken after her dad, which made it practically impossible for a girl to live around here. There wasn't any other choice, she had to graduate from Devil Lake and go to college. She wasn't sure what she was going to take in college, but she was a virtuoso on the tuba and she would be first chair at any school in the county. Sundown often told her friends she wanted to try hard to get into North Texas or University of Rochester. She didn't intend to work with her hands like her father did and her mother had. She hated her father, and wasn't terribly fond of her brothers, either. She had no intention of working at that old pervert Ben Shaw's store for minimum wage for the rest of her life. She was going to make something of her life.

Sundown continued to strip off her training bra that she really didn't need and her panties and walked over to the mirror on the back of the door. She began brushing her stringy and mange like hair with it. She began examining herself in the mirror as she did. She rubbed a hand under where her right breast would be. She had small boobs all right. But she preferred to think of them as proportional to her thin frame. She had no curve to her waist or hips, and a pair of shoe laces legs. She turned casually. Her ass was gone too, she noted. Maybe she would fill out later she thought as she absent mindedly counted her ribs through mirror. She did the best with what she had. Always carefully plucking her unibrow and regularly getting her mustache waxed.

She picked up some lotion and spilled it onto her palm, then slowly began rubbing it onto her body. She greased up her shoulders and chest, rolling her hand in slow circles over her chest until it glistened. She poured some on her legs and ran her hand up and down the long, skinny limb, then did the same to the other. She placed a towel on the bed and lay back on it and poured some on her stomach, rubbing it down over her belly button and into her lush rainforest pubic hair. Her hand lingered at crotch, catching the lotion before it slid off. She started rubbing it over her belly, then down her hips and thighs. Her oiled hand glided across her soft warm skin, sliding down between her legs to rub easily across her bristle like pubic mound. Sundown's mind went back to the man she met not long ago, Felix Kremsberg. Sundown began to fantasize the new band teacher was the one who was rubbing lotion on her body right now. That it was the gentle hands that only a band teacher could have that could bring her this much pleasure. . .

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