“She’s a natural,” Peter said, leaning in from behind.“Yeah.”Three minutes later, Amelia was sitting at a grand piano. The audience was quie.... She waited a long time before moving. Worry wormed through my gut. Then I saw her touch the keys in a familiar caress. Her eyes closed. Dark notes started in a familiar sound. Then Amelia started singing. The hair on my neck stood up.She left a lump in my throat when she finished. I noticed her raise her glasses to wipe her eyes. The audience was deathly. My GF runs 5 miles every morning so it did not take long for her to catch up. I ran back and looked around the corner and saw my GF talking to her. I went back to the mattress and drank the wine and listened to the birds and waited. I could hear them talking but did not understand what they were saying. Then I heard them getting closer and then saw them walking back. I was not dressed and did not cover my self, I sat there and greeted her. I offered her a glass of wine, she took it. She joined. Inch by inch, more of him was revealed and I couldn’t find it in myself to tell him to stop, or to leave. ‘You probably didn’t know I stood outside your door with my cock in my hand, just like it is now, listening to you… wishing it was you wrapped around me, and I was the one you were making those sweet sounds for.’ By the time he finished that last sentence, his pants fell to the floor, and there he stood naked aside from the heap of material covering his feet. ‘I…. uhm…’ I couldn’t find the. So Jansen found himself killing time before the plane ride back to thewest coast. Time was his enemy, it reminded him that he was away from theonly thing that brought him any satisfaction. There was no way he couldtake the heels and dresses on the road. One whiff of his predeliction andhis career would be over. He remembered the last time that had happenednearly fifteen years ago. He'd been 15 and puberty had been slow to arrive. He'd always lovedwomen's clothes but he was totally enamored of.