She had red heels and black stockings. The dress showed a lot of cleavage and she had a full face of make up on but not too much. Her eyes were shadow... and seductive. Her lips were red to match her dress. She coukd see my reaction as i walked in and sat down. All through that lesson my cock was aking in my pants. I was so hard. During one of our tasks she was sat at her desk on the computer and her legs were crossed. She pulled her dress up to show the top of her stockings and i nearly came. " Don't be, you are a better horn player than me, but I'm sure I'm farbetter than you on the violin." Since I've never tried, I'm sure you're right."I was glad that he wasn't upset. I looked at what we'd been given; TheArmed Man - A Mass for Peace by Karl Jenkins and Beethoven's NinthSymphony."I've never heard of the Karl Jenkins piece," I said quietly. "In factI've never heard of Karl Jenkins. Doesn't Beethoven's Ninth have a choralmovement?" Yes," he replied. "I wonder if the extension to the. “Damn it,” he said and reached inside his pants to get his phone. “Hello… yeah ok I’m on the way.” He hung up the phone and headed to the door. “That was my baby momma. I have to go but I’ll be back later.” “Please.” I said before I could stop myself. Damien smiled at me again. “Don’t worry I’ll be back girl.” He kissed me goodbye and left. I sat back down on the couch, thinking. I couldn’t believe I just almost had sex with my cousin. There must be something wrong with me, I thought. No Syrina. " Rain or shine?" I put in.Both of them laughed. Rain, it appeared, was sufficiently rare in this desert-encircled enclave that one simply didn't consider it a possibility. I shrugged good-humoredly; I traveled enough to be accustomed to ignorance about my present environment.Being introduced around the rehearsal hall was a decidedly mixed bag for me. The comprimari and choristers were generally friendly but deferential; they knew nothing of my history, the only relevant thing to them was that.