Loving Scents

The damned woman had finally left – Kristina thought she would never go, and the smell of her cheap perfume remained behind, a constant irritating reminder. As if her sore bottom wasn’t enough. Her husband seemed really taken with the new teacher and it was aggravating. She sighed deeply. Even though she hated Miss Collins and her ideas about time-wasting piano practice she had to admit that after she had painfully worked her way through the piece repeatedly it started to sound the way Mozart intended. She was sure Jack would really enjoy it if she applied herself and learned to play it well. She had never applied herself to anything in her life other than sex. Which reminded her.

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