He was thinking of Donna, her body, the way she looked at him, hopeless to know how to pursue this curiosity he sensed in her, hopeless to know how to...pursue his own hot desire. Others might have found the shocking scene too upsetting or disturbing to continue, but Donna had crossed the rubicon in her consideration of the two of them just that morning; she had entered the house aroused with the thought that it was only a matter of time before she would make a play for her son's friend. What a. “What?” I asked as I settled between his open, outstretched legs, reaching for my offered cup of coffee. “You’re so beautiful” he said. He chuckled as he saw the blush creep up from my neck to my face. I rolled my eyes, “Stop.” “No…get used to hearing it!” I shifted against his legs and I caught a look in his eyes. My gaze traveled to where his eyes had settled, my robe had slipped opened. I bit my lip and giggled, “You’re so bad.” Derek leaned forward, took our cups of coffee and set them on. "However," Patty continued, "more often than a music teacher would like, the majority of band and group members, even awesome ones, end up failing music class." The kids all threw her a worried look at this statement, and Patty explained, "It's not because they can't play or sing, but because they are locked into one style of music: rock, rap, disco, etc. and they forget that music class is not about their style of music, it is about the appreciation of music, all music, do you understand. Also, the house car was in the shop and was due to be ready today....I put my plan into action. I called the car shop and asked what time the car would be ready. They told me it would be ready in around an hour. I told Sally that it was ready and that I needed to pick it up right then so I called a cab. Then I texted Katrina and told her I'd be there in about an hour and not to get dressed. She agreed.The cab dropped me at the shop and I paced up and down, unable to concentrate on much for.