N = chapter fourteen

The Piano Teacher

by Kim West

chaper 14

Later that night, as Ronnie stretched out on the sofa and removed his
shoes, he could still hear movements next door. Elsie lay slumped over
the table, a small thin line of dribble oozed from the side of her
faded crimson lips, forming a tabletop pool for strands of her hair to
dabble in. Ronnie delighted in his own new-found comparative elegance.
The chance of a new job at the post office, working alongside the
flirtatious post mistress, had offered him the necessity of a
metamorphosis, in order to impress her. So he decided to come out of
what had began to feel like a disguise. It happened suddenly. He
decided to jump into the world. One day, Ronnie saw the advert and the
next he went straight home and shaved himself fresh. He took the bus to
town and purchased a full wardrobe of clothes with a secret stash of
money that Elsie had known nothing about. Ronnie found such huge
pleasure in his new self that Elsie was left uncharacteristically
speechless, thus adding to his pleasure. She became on-guard, highly
defensive and was frankly scared of what had been unleashed. That first
night, as she lay huddled in her nightie, with a pillow over her head,
Ronnie took his place in the marital bed for the first time in twenty
years and found that he could seduce his amazed old wife into
submission. He had been waiting all their married life to find out how
to do this.

After the initial shock and feeling of disbelief, Elsie mellowed. She
even began to develop a taste for nightly submissions, which caused her
to quiver with shame, when remembered moments flickered into the day.
No longer in control, she considerably quietened. He just had to touch
her knee and she became weakened. He enjoyed experimenting with these
tensions he could create in her body.

So now, as she lay there at the table gracelessly slumped, he stretched
out his hand and lifted her skirt. His fingers wandered up to the
fleshy wrinkled thigh and into the side of her nylon knicker leg where
the gentle hair of his old lady began. He slipped his fingers in
between her legs and massaged his way further. So casually started, yet
becoming more urgent now he was aroused and so he freed the old stick
from its zipper. She suddenly yawned and awoke with a snort, wiping her
mouth with her sleeve. His hand fell away and the old stick lost its
momentum.

"I'll be going up now Ron," she muttered and waddled over to the
stairs. A new energy bound through him. Ronnie listened as she stomped
up the stairs into the bathroom. At the flush of the loo, he followed
in her footsteps, stripping naked as he ascended the stairs and lay
waiting for her on top of the bed covers.

"Oh Ronnie," she squealed, as she entered the room. "Not tonight dear,
surely you're tired aren't you?" but as she reached for the zip in her
mustard gown, she felt his hands take over and the perfect stranger he
had become swept her onto the bed. This time, his feelings were not
casual or gentle at all. This time he was overcome with a burning
need.

"Now my dear, all those years of humiliation can be wiped clean," he
murmured.

She didn't seem to hear this. She sat up and started to take off her
plastic beaded necklace. Her hands were swiftly covered by his and the
necklace torn from her neck. Beads flew around the room.

"Oh God Elsie." He had a very firm grip of her now and his knee was
pushing hers apart. She felt a flutter of fear mounting, as she at last
sensed his excited state. She called out "Ronnie! Ronnie! Let me
undress." He couldn't wait. As he descended onto her, she became
cataleptic with fear. Paralysed and powerless, she lay beneath him and
his new monstrous needs. He turned her over and took her wildly from
behind, holding her limp body into position.

He pounded at her until he felt like exploding and when he had exploded
he failed to notice that his old wife had passed away in disbelief.