I parked around back, the only car back there, and walked into Charlie's. There was an empty beer glass at his spot but no Rod. He was wasn't there. Great, I thought, as I made my way to the far end of the bar and called out to Charlie for a beer. Just as I rounded the end of the bar I saw Rod turn the corner from the back room and smile. He'd been in the john. He greeted me like a long lost brother and then sat down in his usual seat near the wall. I left an empty stool between us and sat down and took a drink of the beer Charlie had put down in front of me. The empt\] stool was in the opening of the bar where the top hinges up so the bartender can pass through without having to bend down and crawl to get behind the bar. No sooner did I sit down and Rod was looking down at the empty stool between us and asking, "So, where's that beautiful young married nympho of yours?" he asked. "She'll be here. It's her twenty-second birthday today. I told her all about you and. "Yes. Your part is in red, mine is in green." Mom nodded looking back at the music. "I won't play for the first few times. Just get used to me sitting behind you while you play." Mom nodded again. "Behind me," she whispered. "That's right," I said. I placed my hands on Mom's waist, just above her hips. "OK, let's go." Mom placed her hands on the keyboard and began playing. I held her waist but didn't move except to flip the page for her. Although at first tense playing in this odd configuration, she relaxed soon after I turned the first page. The music intensified in this section, growing slowly, building to an emotional high that would soon subside near the end, sliding into a long lilting rhythm. As the notes betrayed their ascending trend, I slipped my hands up to cup the bottoms of Mom's breasts, taking just a little of their weight. In response to her sharp intake of breath, I whispered, "That's it. Feed on the emotion, throw it back to the audience." Stiff, and playing.
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