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Piano Lessons - How It Began

... attractive I find Isaac. It has been a year since I've gotten laid, though I've had offers from some weird creeps from those online dating sites. I opt out and stick to using my toy, which has been put to good use many times. Just as I'm pulling the cupcakes out of the oven, the doorbell chimes. It's Stevie, with his older sister, Rebecca, who used to also play, until she decided she wanted to learn the flute instead. Stevie is a rambunctious twelve year old, who seems to only stay calm, when his fingers dance over the ivory keys. Rebecca is in a rush to get to her own practice, and says she'll be back in an hour to pick him up. She waves and is gone in a flash. Stevie bounces over to the piano, knowing that if he behaves, he'll get a cupcake too. He always does, when I make them and he is on his best behavior. I start the metronome and he begins to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, which is his favorite to play. Once he is warmed up, he begins to play the piece he is working on for his school talent show. Only every so often do I need to correct him. He learns quickly and takes critique well. He doesn't let it bring him down, just learns from it. Once his hour is nearly up, I head to the kitchen and begin to ice a cupcake for him. I wrap it up and tell him it is for after dinner only. I don't want him to spoil his appetite, his mother wouldn't be pleased. He promises to wait and leaps at the door when we both hear the honk of his sister's car. Moving back into the kitchen, I ...

... begin to ice the rest of the cupcakes. Josephine will be home shortly and I want to be done before she gets home. I made more than I needed to, so I keep a few for the house, but make sure to send the rest with her. I box them up, so they don't get mushed. When the kids do get home, Jasper devours two of the saved cupcakes in nearly one gulp, washing them down with milk. Josephine goes on talking about her day and how she is excited for tonight. In between breathes, Jasper mumbles how he's going to crash at his buddy Luke's house. Which I know is code for, staying up all night and playing video games. I tell him it's fine and he kisses the top of my head before going up to do his homework. Both my kids know that school work of any kind comes before play. If either of them want to get out tonight, they must do all their homework. None of this, I'll do it on Sunday night stuff. Which usually leads to kids staying up half the night, stressing over it. They both listen well when it comes to that though, always have. I'm proud to say, both my kids are A students. A little after seven, both kids are gone, the house is once more quiet. I start dinner, which I keep light. I make spaghetti, with no sauce. I cook up some shrimp and scallops, mix it into the noodles, with a bit of butter, garlic and black pepper, with some red wine. Not often do I drink wine, but since both kids are not home, I figure why not. I know they're safe. While watching The Blacklist, my phone chimes, alerting ...