Kristan was a senior at William K. Prep School. She was a flag girl, popular with everyone in the band because if her quick wit and sense of adventure. Kristan was insecure about one thing, though. One would never have guessed it, because she always seemed so confident and flirty. She had the absolute, panting hots for a junior named Tate. Now, Tate was oh- so-cool in the way that only a trumpet player can be. He was smart and funny; every rookie girl lost their hearts that first day of band camp when he strolled out to the field to set it up. Kristan liked younger men so Tate was right up her alley. It was a fact. Cradle robbing, but only to a year younger, was fun to Kristan and thrilling. Kristan had always had a secret crush on Tate, but was so afraid to talk to him. The only thing she could really manage to do was sit by him on one band bus ride. They just sat in silence though, because all that Kristan could think to say was, "I love you. You are so sexy. I want to be inside you." This was not appropriate for a first time conversation though. By her senior year, Kristan worked up the nerve to get a big pinch of his butt. And honey, it was as tight as she had imagined it would be. Too bad he looked vaguely frightened whenever she ran by and pinched off a piece.