We finished our official show at ten PM as advertised, ending with "Ashokan Farewell", a tune that wasn't traditional bluegrass, but that gave us our ...est chance to showcase Ann delving into some of the corners of her classical training with a folksy flair, and then I announced the end of the official show, and that we'd be happy to hang around for an hour if anyone in the crowd wanted to come play with us.We were usually amazed at the talent that walked up and picked up instruments, or in some. I got dizzy. I couldn't see anything except her eyes.Somehow I managed to say it. "I love you, too." Because I did. She beamed at me, and all I could feel was pure, unadulterated joy.Usually she was the one to initiate physical stuff. She usually kissed me first, stuff like that. Not this time. I took her in my arms, rocked her back onto my bed, and kissed her brains out. While frantically ripping off her clothes. She moaned and squirmed beneath me as I fondled her breasts. Then, as usual, I. She made soft gurgling sounds as she sucked my man meat and dreamily opened her eyes, she tried to say good morning, master but this was difficult with a mouthful of cock. I smiled down at her as my hand sought out her nipple and with a quick sharp twist; I demanded she serve me my breakfast in bed. She reluctantly released my cock and meekly climbed out of bed, looking round for her dressing gown. I informed her I wanted tea and toast and she need not bother with her dressing gown as we were. The salesman explained that the radio was voice activated.“Watch this!” he said... “Nelson!”The radio replied, “Ricky or Willie?”“Willie!” he continued, and “On The Road Again” came from the speakers.The woman drove away happy, and for the next few days, every time she’d say, “Beethoven”, she’d get beautiful classical music, and if she said, “Beatles!” she’d get one of their awesome songs.One day, a couple ran a red light and nearly creamed her new car, but she swerved in time to avoid.