Watching his powerful hands move and spread across the keys was incredibly erotic and Sarah began to imagine what those hands might be capable of. And...as she watched and imagined, she felt her breathing begin to become shallower. God this was turning her on. She took a large drink from her wine glass. ‘I wish I could play like that’ she said. Christopher stopped and turned to her. ‘Well let me teach you then’ ‘Don’t be ridiculous.’ She said. ‘No I’m serious. Come here and sit down’ Christopher. "After which the caller didn't respond.So the voice continued, "Well look, I talked to Debbie earlier this evening and got convinced enough that this isn't one of her stupid practical jokes, but that means I'm kind of at a loss here. It's not that I don't want to help you, nameless one, if you really do need help, but I don't even know where to start. You've hung up on me twice now, remember?" No, I know," replied the patient. "I'm trying to figure out how to explain why I'm calling you, but. Deb wanted nothing to do with her. She got alimony for six months, then she married my replacement and that ended the alimony.My entire life was wound up in making sure that my little girl got every chance to succeed in life. She was athletic, so I taught her how to play anything she wanted to learn. She rocked a soccer ball and was a brick wall when she played goalie. She played softball and could lock-down the hot corner with ease.So when she said she wanted to learn to play piano, we talked. Tomasz stares back at her, caressing her beautiful face with his eyes. His beating heart pulls him closer to her with each pulse. He fights it, but he’s a twig in the swell of a whirlpool. Before he realizes it, his hand is outstretched, reaching for her. He touches the shiny edge of a tear on her cheek. It’s warm. So small and insignificant, but it is so... warm. This warmth races through his finger, up his arm, and curls the hairs on the back of his neck. The relief is overwhelming and so.