The Piano Student - Chapter Two
An unorthodox teaching method proves to be freeing, in more ways than one…
He was late. My heart sank and tears welled up in my eyes. I hadn’t heard from him since he dropped me home Monday morning after such a glorious night together on Sunday. That had annoyed me, but I wasn’t concerned…until now. Ten minutes earlier, I said goodbye to my last young student of the evening, and ran upstairs to quickly take off my panties, camisole, and bra. I pulled my black stretchy skirt up high on my thighs...