"Mikey!" called his mother. "You'd better leave. It's time for your piano lesson!"
"Oh, no, I forgot!" said Mikey. He ran downstairs and out the door. Ten minutes later, after running all the way, Mikey arrived at the home of Senora Angelini, who made a good living teaching the children (and some adults) how to play piano.
When his mother had first told him that she had signed him up for piano lessons, Mikey had been less than thrilled. He liked music enough, but had never been interested in learning how to play it. Then, he saw Senora Angelini. He had seen ladies before he thought were pretty. But with Senora Angelini, he learned two new words: sexy and exotic. Senora Angelini was simply the most beautiful woman he knew personally. She had dark, black hair that was swept up in a way that made her look even more beautiful. She had large brown eyes, beautiful white teeth, and full lips usually covered in bright red lipstick. She was tall, thanks to a pair of shapely, long legs. And her -- boobs, Mikey thought, though it just wasn't the right word to use for Senora Angelini; it was too naughty little-kiddish or something -- he just didn't know HOW to talk or even think about them! Usually, she wore a blouse or loose sweater. But, once, when the weather was hot, she had worn a sleeveless top. She had been pointing to a sheet of music, and accidentally knocked it onto the floor. Without thinking or knowing, she bent down to pick the music up, and Mikey had a quick glimpse down her top as she bent over. He looked away immediately, a little embarrassed -- but not unhappy about what he'd seen. And she always wore necklaces and bracelets that looked just right on her. Her husband -- he had died years ago in a plane crash -- had apparently been very rich. She didn't have to teach music. She did it because she loved it. Mikey's mother said that Senora Angelini not only taught music, she had both played and sung professionally when she was younger. She had done something once called "Carmen."
When he followed her into her house, Mikey just stared at her. Then, he remembered the other power he'd given himself at school. He concentrated and suddenly saw Senora Angelini leading him to the study, her body swaying back and forth in front of him. As far as he was concerned, she wore her shoes and beaded necklace and nothing else. She turned, and Mikey decided he'd better turn his see-through vision off before he did the same thing that had gotten him in trouble in school earlier.
"So, Michalangelo," said Senora Angelini. (He loved the name she called him.) "What would you like to do first today?"
