Great googly moogly, it's all gone to shit! Gah. How to start. The most logical place is at the beginning I suppose, but it's much more fun to drop you straight into the action. I'm in a bra and panties, draped on the shining black bench of a baby grand piano. The black bra with red lace that I love so much accentuates my curves perfectly (I mean, it is a push-up bra, if it didn't help with aesthetics, I'd return the damn thing). My thighs are slightly apart, back arched, head tipped back, my hair cascading down my back... and 1 angry guy at the door. "This is a family-friendly environment!" Right... at 2pm on a Friday, while the cheeldrens are still in school, with the main window covered and a secondary window that's hidden from major lookage not covered but not exactly super visible, barely anyone there, no kids in sight, sure it is. Whoops, I guess. I'm at the VSO's school of music. To be honest with you, I'm still feeling a littl...