And to have that thin little note of curiousity, of anticipation, almost silent - easy for the non-trained ear to miss, but so satisfying to one that ...ould. Yes, so different from the other, so many different notes, but equally capable of merging unlikely combinations into a beautiful sound. Perhaps to be played a little less allegro than the other...or....yes, that was it, play it pizacatto to start, then a glissando to something more adagio, yes, that might work.__________________Ayla dared. Before dinner, there was to be a presentation so she asked the staff where the electrical hook-ups and tech room was. Walking down the long hallway she passed the men’s restroom just as he was exiting. To her credit, she managed to not stop and stare at the midnight blue suit that looked like it was made for him.“I have to queue up the presentation, but enjoy the cocktail hour,” Emma said as casually as possible without breaking stride. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of stopping. But I need this. I need for you to give 100% to this. Do you understand me?"I didn't answer for a long while. Zoe probably thought I was weighing her statement, but that wasn't it. I don't even think she had noticed, but Zoe had said she loved me. It was like the air was knocked out of my stomach. I was having trouble hearing and the world started to swim."Cas?"Okay, I was quiet too long and she got worried."Sorry. You're right. It wouldn't be fair to this girl to purposefully make the date go. "Every night, every room," I giggled.Peter fucked me again. Things were OK. But then he asked, "So Jerome was the last time?" Well, no." OK?" You know Kara (the babysitter). We let her boyfriend come over for homework. And whatever," I giggled."Sure?" There was a mix-up one night and George showed up alone." Oh god," Peter exclaimed, anticipating what would come next."Well, look. She wasn't going very far. He was still a virgin. I was horny. ... And you? Anything else?"We were tired by now..