GOOD INTENTIONS

Chapter 3

Determined to see his plan come to fruition, he spent the next eight minutes teaching her about improvisations and showed her some riffs and runs, he made her imitate him when he did the riffs, and she sure was a good singer but not a match for the glory his voice carried. All the while, Kaffi kept wondering how he was doing it, she intentionally flicked her hair and sensually bit her lower lip slightly whenever she missed a note, yet somehow Frank was blind to all her gimmicks.

"Okay, so we have a few minutes before I disappear..." Frank said breaking her thought pattern.

"...let me show you some warm-ups that will come in handy as a vocalist. We'll start with the neck stretches" he continued.

"The neck what?" She asked surprised.

"Relax, it's pretty simple," he said reassuringly with a smile.

"So what do I do Sensei?" she asked

"Funny you, just look as far left as you can, then right" he instructed, assuming an upright position and ensuring Kaffi did the same. Kaffi was quite stiff and was moving her shoulders with her neck, making a total mess of the whole procedure. Frank without thinking, still in Sensei mode, went behind Kaffi, holding her cheeks in place, he moved her neck and her shoulders didn't follow...that's when it hit him, her skin was cold and soft, and before he could withdraw his hands, he felt her palm envelop his with her back still facing him, she let out a silent smile. Frank quickly recoiled his hands and went back to his side of the room, clearing his throat, he resumed his vocal warm-up tutorial.

"Next, the Shoulder roll, all you have to do is to rotate your shoulders forwards, then backwards and finally squeeze them upwards and release" He instructed once again, this time Kaffi was on point, seeing him flinch as he recoiled his hands just made her realize she was actually getting to him,

They spent the next twenty minutes doing yawns, tongue rolls, lip rolls, breathing exercises and finally took a five-minute break. Kaffi was pretty much tired now and lying flat on her back, a little sweat had found its way to the surface of her very revealing singlet, outlining what little she had to hide. Frank had removed his tie and folded the sleeves of his shirt already at this time. Standing up from his sitting position on the floor, Frank went to pull her up so they could continue.

"Don't worry, it's the final bout..." he said as he walked towards her.

"...remember you wanted this" he continued as he came closer to where she lay. As soon as he bent to pick her up...

"Nope, I wanted this..." she said, pulling him down and locking her lips with his.