”“Cool.”“She said if you’re okay with it she’ll sign you up to play and you can play Mozart’s Concerto No. 9.”“What? Mozart? I’ve ...ever played Mozart.”“She thinks you’re ready. Oh and she’ll be coming too to hear you play.”I was excited and scared at the same time.Wednesday came and instead of starting my lesson with my test I started it with questions.“Do you really think I’m ready for this?”“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t. You’ve made so much progress the last 6 months. I can’t. Mike will use her until he moves on or finds another, more beautiful willing slut than her.Skylar calls and texts Jenny, but no answer since she left her phone in the bedroom. He left a few things in the house that he needs to pick up, and perhaps he just needs an excuse to talk to her at least one more time. He wants to understand why she did it; maybe there’s one reason behind it all that he can accept and give them another chance.He uses his key to enter, assuming that Jenny’s at work. He’ll. “You might not remember, but you said some very nice things to her the night you came home drunk,” Sharon answered.“That evening is a little fuzzy,” Greg admitted wondering what he could have said that had such a profound effect on his daughter.“You told her that you love her,” Sharon said.“Oh. She should know that,” Greg said recalling the words of Jack that women needed to hear the words. He sighed and said, “I guess I should tell her that more often.”“She needs to hear that from you. This is. Her descriptions of her sex and the angst it caused tortured me. I longed for a relationship and her rampant sex contrasted with my unintended and unwanted abstinence.She realised my desperation and she loved to tease. One cold, November evening we had tickets for free entry to the local student nightclub. We had agreed to go and at the agreed time, I banged on her door, dressed and ready to drink the night away. She beckoned me into her room: still naked and wet from the shower. “We’ll be.