I opened the piano and dusted the keys not that they needed it. I dusted the piano bench. There wasn’t a trace of cum. I sort of wish there was. Just a week ago I was reading a book while Logan practiced. I read a line which started out: He was a person made of hair and ... I don’t remember the rest of it. I was distracted. I’d mistakenly read: He was a person made of air ... Also I was thinking about something I’d overheard while walking in the park on the way home from the library. Two old men and a much younger woman were standing at the entrance of the park talking. They were all dressed in jogging attire, and I assume they’d just finished their run. One of the old men was saying: If God wanted me not to sit he would have given me a spikey tail. That made me chuckle inwardly.

At the time I did not imagine the old man with a spikey tail. I didn’t picture his butt at all. Maybe in part because right after that he said: I learned that in Wisconsin in Bible school. By this time I was past them, and perhaps the old guys were looking at my butt as I walked away. Anyway, I was thinking of the spikey tail story, of telling Logan after he’d finished practicing, and I was reading in the novel, and so the person, a priest, I remember now, was made of air. I was naked. Logan was naked. We’d made love on the couch before he’d started his practice. He was working on his encores. He’d planned to do two, if all went well. Schumann’s “Child Falling Asleep” and the final movement of Prokofiev’s 7^th piano sonata. I love both these pieces, and Logan plays them brilliantly. They are so amazingly different. The Schumann the most perfect, simple, but mysterious lullaby.

The Prokofiev pure percussive energy. He was playing them one after the other, and then he stopped and he turned to me and asked if I had an opinion which he should play first and which he should play second. I said I didn’t have an opinion, that either way would be wonderful. “You’re so helpful,” he said, smiling big, and he got up from the piano bench and came over to me and helped me up and kissed me. Then he kind of led me over to the piano bench and had me sit and said, “If these two pieces were going to make love to you, which would come first and which would come second?” I didn’t answer at first and he said, “Come on, Faith, I want to know. It’s not a trick question.” But I turned it into a trick question. I said, “I would come first and then I would come second.” He pushed me back and lifted my legs and pushed his cock into me. I think he was the Prokofiev first and then the Schumann and then the Prokofiev again and then the Schumann again. When we were done there were some cum splotches on the piano bench. “Ho ho, what have we here?” he asked. “Spikey tail,” I said.