The morning was not much better, I was restless because I knew that she would be outside the guest room - somewhere, maybe preparing coffee or taking ...a shower. The hurt was bad and I was surprised I had not cried.I am not your typical alpha male. I do cry and I do invest my emotions in things that matter to me. Cindy mattered to me and she was a long term investment who had been declared kaput. I got up and opened the door of my guest room to be greeted by a silent living room. I walked toward. Everybody pushed their favorite chair closer and sat down.The two played three instrumentals, transcending from one to the other without a pause. Then Evie played a classical piece that Jeff didn't recognize, but erased all doubt — if there was any — of any possible amateur status.When she finished, Dave joked that his knowledge of classical consisted of being able to spell the word. He looked around at their impromptu audience and grinned. "I once read a story written by a famous guitarist,. After all, I had no intention of walking back to the campus in this weather.When she unsteadily guided us downstairs to the basement apartment, I stopped by the door. The air at the apartment was humid and it felt colder than outside. When I looked at her she shrugged tiredly."The heat isn't working. The landlord says that the rent is so cheap that he cannot afford to fix it during the high season."I looked around and the combined small room and kitchen which looked really Spartan, and it felt. "Hi," I said, averting my mouth so I wasn't breathing in her face."Oh, God," she moaned."It's not as bad as you think," I said.She rolled away from me, and her hands came to cover her face."I'll just get up," I said.I got out of bed vigorously, not thinking about the morning wood that caused my penis to strain away from my body and bob up and down as I moved. Like an idiot I stood there, trying to find something to cover myself with, and by the time my brain realized that was futile, her hands.