StFornicate
Sinful Salvation
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Tommy packed up his trusty old acoustic guitar in its black hardshell case, loaded it up in his old pick-up, and headed out to meet his newest guitar student. She'd contacted him over email, referencing a flier that he'd left on a bulletin board at the local community college. She was eager to learn but not sure where to start, and happy to pay the $20 per session for his instruction.
In spite of how advanced his own guitar playing was, he always enjoyed showing new players the ropes. Sometimes he even learned something new from them. At twenty-four years old, Tommy and his band, the Guardians, were just starting to write some original songs together. So far all they really did was play at random college house parties, but they were getting better all the time.
Tommy parked his truck in front of the house she had directed him to, grabbed his guitar and marched up to the front door and rang the bell.
The vision that greeted him on the other side of that door was way more attractive than he had dared expect...
In spite of how advanced his own guitar playing was, he always enjoyed showing new players the ropes. Sometimes he even learned something new from them. At twenty-four years old, Tommy and his band, the Guardians, were just starting to write some original songs together. So far all they really did was play at random college house parties, but they were getting better all the time.
Tommy parked his truck in front of the house she had directed him to, grabbed his guitar and marched up to the front door and rang the bell.
The vision that greeted him on the other side of that door was way more attractive than he had dared expect...
