CHAPTER TWO
It had been many years since Dana had seen anything so gorgeous and tempting. There was a girl that had lived down the street from him when he was a young man in music school who had given him the same physical desire, besides his wife. She had loved violin music and visited him in the early evening after dinner. She never knocked. The door was always open and she took advantage of it by entering and making herself at home. He remembered well how most of her visits had been...
"Hi, Dana," Joyce said, slipping out of the sailor's blouse that she always wore.
"Oh, hi, Joyce," Dana had answered, "I'm almost through with this movement and it's a b***h. I promised myself I'd struggle through it before the day was over." Dana continued to play as the room started to darken. It was
