“Sorry didn’t mean to be rude but I couldn’t help it. Where is your husband?”I was still off guard so I told him my husband had to go home. Wh...n I quizzed him he told me he and his wife had a fight and she threw him out of their room. I offered him a shot as he slipped into the tub opposite me. In the process of getting the shot, he slid around closer to me. I asked what the fight was about. She had been nagging him about his growing waist. As I said, a slight beer gut but not too bad. He told. A pathetically eager, desperate hope.“Good.” He glanced over at the stairs again. “Now get the fuck out of here.”Mrs. Grant nodded. Hanging her head in dejection, she made her way over to the stairs ... then came back to the bed to grab her daughter by the wrist, as Kimmy was still silently standing there, staring pleadingly at Jack.“He told us to leave, you dumb bitch,” Mrs. Grant hissed at Kimmy, making her daughter yelp with pain as she yanked hard on her arm. “You’re supposed to be a good. And hot."She smiled with lust in her eyes and said,"I would love to. I enjoy writing about that. I have a lot of it written already, it is yours when ever you wish. It is in my bottom drawer under my panties. It is titled simple 'Carol's Story". Help yourself, I will try to add the rest soon, since we met. Now come on, the only person in this house that you and I haven't fucked is Charley. Lets go fix that oversight."I laughed and said,"I will just watch you fuck Charley, I don't think I am. "Notes. You can teach someone to play all the right notes on a violin... that takes a year or two. Another couple of years to get them to play notes the right length. After that, it's just the souls of the composer and musician and how each sees the music. How the music expressed."I'd seen sheet music before; it had always been a mystery to me. "If it's all written down, how does it come out different?" Just like two people can't read the same lines from a play or poem the same, two people.