My piano teacher, Mrs. North, is at the hospital sitting by her sick aunt's bedside. She is terminally ill and has only a little while to live. Her hu...band, also an accomplished pianist and teacher, is subbing for her. He sits beside me on the bench. I run through my recital program. I can't help but notice as I glance down at the keys that he is wearing walking shorts and they are very tight in the crotch. I can see a significant bulge down the side of his leg that is closest to me.I play my. ‘When I kiss you….when I caress your body and feel you tremble and shiver beneath my hands and mouth,’ her breath stopped, ‘It will not be because you’ve had a couple of drinks to give you courage. It will be,’ he kissed her cheek again, ‘because you want me and because you want to give yourself to me.’ Her breathing resumed, and he unlocked the door and pushed it open, catching her before she could stumble backwards. ‘Drink some coffee, take a shower,’ he said gently. ‘Take a nap. Think about. 
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