“Music comes from the heart, and the guts” he told her. Bring me a chart, in your own hand writing, and in your key.”
Then he was gone, and she was left with that tingling feeling in her belly. Mom xxx Her upbringing had been strict; obedience was expected. Was this the ‘correction’ he spoke of? He had thrown her off guard; now she wanted to do the same to him. The melody here…wrong notes…the rhythmic notation..also wrong.”
Silence. She impulsively grabbed it with her hand, and tried to kiss him again. It was a delicious sensation. He lifted her skirt, exposing her white cotton underwear. She gravitated towards the small community of Japanese students, often spending her nights with them. She shifted a few more times. Rewards? “Breathe into my hand” he said, and suddenly she had butterflies. After each smack he would wait, to hear and see her response.
