Flute Stories

I was born with an ear for music. Even after football practice derailed my formal flute lessons, I learned a couple of new pieces every year. By the time I turned seventeen, I had a self-taught repertoire ranging from gospel to jazz. So, when an evangelical Korean family rented a Summer cottage near ours, my dear Mother volunteered my services as an unpaid music tutor. Su-Yun was about my age, and would have been a knocko...

I buzz myself in with Marie's door code.In the lobby, I find the girl whose melon-sized breasts and pouting lips aroused me last night as I watched through her window while she danced topless and alone. She smiles bashfully when I step aside to let her pass--and I feel a small prick of guilt for having violated her privacy. Then again, she must know, they all must know, that the hotel where I'm staying overlooks their win...

The thing about Paris at 3AM is that there's no place to go where the sidewalks haven't been rolled up for hours. So I count sheep and try practicing scales on my flute. But nothing brings sleep. Then, from the building across the courtyard, comes the faint sound of a cello playing the lush melody of Duke Ellington's "Satin Doll:" Cigarette holder which wigs me Over her shoulder, she digs me. Out cattin' that satin doll.L...