Doug sat down at the chair in front of his desk. The drum instructor looked squarely into the band director's eyes. He chucked oddly to himself and leaned back.

"So, I've heard the rumors. Its true isn't?" Doug asked slyly.

"You know, by spreading those rumors, you could make me lose my job. And considering you suck, its means you would lose your job. So I suggest you stop talking about it." Mike said back with out even looking up.

"I was so right!" Doug said as he jumped up onto the chair. "Why else would you deny it if you weren't banging it?"

Mike looked up sharply and stared at Doug in till he awkwardly got done from the chair and sat like a man.

"I swear to god, if you keep screaming things like that I'm going to have to beat you till your glad there's no blood running through your veins because it would hurt so much." Mike threatened, "And no, I'm an not 'banging it'"

"Seriously. That's all the drummers are talking about. How you're a lucky piece of shit for getting ass like that. And I hate to say it, I argee." Doug replied.

"One, your being a huge pig right now. Two, it would be illegal. Three, I've known her since she crapped herself in my yard when she was four. I would puke if I ever thought of her in that way."

"So then I can have her?" Doug asked.

"Still illegal. And she would never sleep with you."

"Because she's sleeping with you."

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"No, I have sex in my sleep when I don't even you it. Its called sleep sex. I must have climbed into her room and had sex with her, and I didn't even know it."

"Really?"

"No"

"Is there such a thing as sleep sex?"

"No"

"Oh, to bad."