She was preparing for Music College she needed to learn another instrument, as I also teach the Cello, and that’s what she chose.The first lesson st...rted with how to hold the Cello. I sat her down on a stool, with no back to it, and then said that she should hold the Cello between her legs with her thighs. She was wearing her school uniform which was a white school blouse, school tie and grey school skirt. I knelt in front of her and asked her to open her legs so that I may place the Cello. He’d look after me. I watched TV for a while, but then decided a shower followed by a read of my book in bed might be better. I tapped on the door of John’s bedroom just along the corridor from mine. He was busy on his computer. No, he didn’t need the bathroom. It was mine. The evening was warm so I set the fan slowly going over my double bed and folded down the top covers to the bottom sheet. The bed was comfortable, as I lay naked under the fan, propped up on a couple of pillows. My book. Rose continued to tell him about the night they made love on the beach. She thought someone was watching them, maybe it was him. There was a knock at the door. James walked over and answered it. It was the guide. James let the man in and led him to a chair. ‘Tell us your name,’ Rose told the dark and handsome man. ‘My name Pedro,’ he answered with a smile. ‘It is Pedro.’ ‘Nice to meet you Pedro.’ James replied. ‘I’ve got a few questions for you, Pedro.’ ‘Uh, ok.’ Pedro looked nervous. Rose. 36-12-32."The streetlights flickered on and off, perhaps another omen. Melinda regretted that she had worn only her thin dress, but she enjoyed the stares she got from the boys as they stared at her breasts, proud and full. She knew the teenagers fantasized about her as they flirted with her when buying their tickets. A warm coat hung in her front closet and she thought of it each time a cold shiver ran down her back. The leaves, sounding like a carousel of applause, anxiously rustled alongside.