We have taught them how to play the many instruments that Malok had so graciously left for me in the hidden trap door beneath the smaller pod. Our lit...le musical group has now swelled to almost thirty members.Malok, the surprising versatile individual he is, plays a number of instruments, but his most treasured is a real Stradivarius violin. He and his wives have often joined us, as we play the likes of Bach, Beethoven, Mozart and Haydn. Our biggest challenge yet will be the Greig Piano. " Yes, Mrs. Crannach," Ivy said. She quickly slipped out of the room.Mr. Hall kneeled down gathering more pieces into his meaty hands, taking time to wink at me under Mrs. Crannach's watchful eyes. Ethel turned to face her superior, which seemed to clue Mrs. Crannach that something unsaid had happened. Her blue-green eyes searched Ethel's less-than-passive face and then mine again, calculating. She cocked her head to the side, but let the moment pass."Once your thrashing around in bed stopped,. I guess we knew we wanted each other from the moment we started speaking, probably before, but both of us to frightened to ask or suggest. Eight hours of conversation later as the carousel discharged the bags from the depths of the airport we were still talking, still flirting. I watched as she disappeared through the sliding doors to her taxi up state as I headed in to the city. Her high heels clicking on the tiled floor, watching her slim and petite figure retreat away from me. Thinking what. “Just this once I am going to allow you to get away with not using your words when I ask you something,” Joe said to her. “Now give me a kiss, slave,” he whispered into her hair, then moaned deeply as he once again felt her lips upon his. “Joe,” Joy whispered, “I am so sorry for the way I acted. Thank you for stopping when you did. You’re right, I am not ready yet. Joe, there is something I need to tell you.” “I’m listening baby girl, talk to me,” Joe said. “Oh God, how do I tell you this.