I lay there with my eyes still closed listening to my shallow breathing, my heartbeat, and feel my cock raise the blankets up a little. It is that tim... when your ‘morning wood’ takes on a life of its own. The little head and the big head are in sync.That particular morning I was dreaming that my wife had allowed me to take our daughter’s virginity on her fourteenth birthday. Not only had she allowed it, she had planned it, orchestrated it, and even prepared our daughter for it.My darling wife. It was an overnight stay, and I had come prepared with my overnight bag packed full to the brim with cosmetics, clothes, bits of paper needed to fill my role and look the part, and also a few added extras. My morning was going well until I got a little carried away with the music, and spilled my coffee all over myself. Damn! Next service station would be a quick pit stop and change. As I reached the public toilets in the services I took my bag into the cubical and searched for another pair of. The beast then became enraged. The lion and goat heads roared. The dragon’s head flung around and slammed the shield into the wall and floor, trying to break the shield. The entire construct stumbled around and kicked out in its frustration.Since the beast wasn’t focused on any one person, I chose to use the distraction and try to open it up to see what was at the core of the construct. I focused and used my telekinesis spell to rip away the entire side of the beast’s torso between the front. “I’ve heard a number of good things about your musical abilities. Now, would be a great time to put those skills to use ... good music can calm a host of troubled souls,” Mr. Findley added.“We’re on the same page, Sir,” I said as I nodded towards the tall, thin shop teacher.“Thanks for not busting me over my language, Mr. Findley,” Paul softly said.“Adult guidance, not punishment is what you need on a day like this. Go. Try to bring a little peace with your music. Everyone here could use.