He takes on the bass with expert fingers. He takes on ladies with intoxicating charm. And he’ll play me with the simple a virtuoso. Who better to train me to play than the get better at himself? I’m his model student, front side row, pencil razor-sharp. Pick-up lines? I’ve got them. Free drinks? From the dozen. Kissing? Let me get my chapstick. However the most effective lesson I’ve learned is that there’s a lot I don’t know-like why his contact cause a chain reaction right to my nethers…or how I’m certain each kiss is the best I’ll ever have…until the second his lips take mine again. There’s a lot I don’t know…just like the fact that I’m only a bet. But we are what we are, and he’s a player through and through.