- Sue Chapter 1: Meeting her
- Sue Chapter 2: The call
- Sue Chapter 3: The date
- Sue Chapter 4: The evening
- Sue Chapter 5: The plan
- Sue Chapter 6: Preparing for the party
- Sue Chapter 7: The shower
- Sue Chapter 8: Awaiting her friends
- Sue Chapter 9: Here comes the friends!
- Sue Chapter 10: Supper with friends
- Sue Chapter 11: After dessert
- Sue Chapter 12: After the party
- Sue Chapter 13: Storming in
- Sue Chapter 14: Sue Sleeping in
- Sue Chapter 15: Seeing Annie
- Sue Chapter 16: In Annie’s mind
- Sue Chapter 17: Alpha Male
- Sue Chapter 18: The odd date
- Sue Chapter 19: After care
- Sue Chapter 20: Questioning
- Sue Chapter 21: Scheming
- Sue Chapter 22: Dinner with Annie
- Sue Chapter 23: Bass Lessons
- Sue Chapter 24: Marinade
- Sue Chapter 25: Two girls, one rubber
- Sue Chapter 26: Temperature
- Sue Chapter 27: Incentives
- Sue Chapter 28: Sunday Evening
- Sue Chapter 29: Thinking at work
Sue hugged Annie. “Wow, you are right”.
Annie resumed practicing.
Sue then hugged me. “You really are something, you know? Full of hidden talents”
I blushed a little. I tried not to, but I still did.
“Well, you’ll discover more as time goes by.”
“I am sure I will!”, she said, kissing me.
“And you, Sue, do you have an interest in a musical instrument?”
“Are you telling me that you have others, apart from a sax and a bass guitar?”
Keep an air of mystery, I reminded myself.
“I am not telling you anything. I am just asking if you have an interest in learning one.”
“Not really. But I loved cooking with you. I know it’s odd, an alpha woman like me”, she said laughing, “but I am not much of a cook”
Should I make an attempt? Yes, let’s be cocky. At worst, she knows me enough to consider what I am saying.
“Well, it’s not necessarily contradictory. If you are an alpha woman, maybe you unconsciously expected others to feed you, in a way”
Her smile lit up her face. I had hit bullseyes.
“I think that’s it! I think you got it”
“It would be my pleasure to teach you my culinary arts. Will you be my sous-chef?”
She took my arm. “Well of course!”
We walked toward the kitchen while Annie kept playing on the bass. She often got frustrated when she didn’t press the string hard enough with her finger, causing ringing in the strings, or when her finger slipped.
She was getting better, however.
I took out my chicken breasts from the fridge. They were fresh from the previous day.
“So, the thing with chicken, is that they are possibly the most tainted meat we can get and as such, we need to follow strict safety procedures”
“For real? I thought chicken was safe! People always talk about hamburgers”
“Yeah, because beef doesn’t have to be fully cooked so you can leave traces of bacteria. But chicken, that’s always fully cooked. always”
“Good to know!”
I wondered why she didn’t know this, but I was not one to judge.
“Tonight, we’ll be making marinated chicken breasts. We only have an hour to marinate it, ideally it would be 4 hours, but honestly, I’ve succeeded with 30 minutes.”
“So it’s better the longer it is?”, she asked.
“Yeah, the marinade will enter the chicken and make it all tender.”
I took out the ingredients.
“The base is half a cup of olive oil and half a cup of balsamic vinegar. I will add a quarter of a cup of soy sauce and Worchestire sauce for taste. A little lemon juice, about an eight, and about a three-quarter cup of brown sugar. A little salt, garlic, and it should be perfect.”
She helped me measure everything. I showed her to measure at eye level, so you have to crouch a little to make sure you are level. It was awesome to see her point her ass out: she was so concentrated on the task she didn’t really see me check her out.
Once all of the ingredients were mixed in, I took out a large plastic bag and dumped the chicken breasts and the mixture into it. I tied it and put it back in the fridge.
“And now we wait?”, she asked.
“And now we wait. It’s too early for the side dishes. Why don’t I go teach Annie the next part of the song?”
Sue nodded and we walked to the living room.
The next part is just a small modification of the opening: we simply repeat two notes!
It didn’t take long for her to master it, so I showed her the 3rd part, which is just a quick repetition of the same note followed by another.
“That part is really, really easy!”
“Yeah, but it’s fast”
After a few attempts, she had mastered it.
“So, now, you put it all together! Twelve times the first one, one time the third one, the second one, the first one twice, the third one and we go again”
“Well, later we have differences, but as you play this sequence, you’ll get far in the song. When you learn the bass, we initially only learn really basic song structures and steer away from solos and other complex parts”
“So in seven nation army, it’s really the bass we hear?”, asked Annie.
“Actually, Jack White is a guitarist, so we hear a guitar tuned to sound like a bass”
Sue reacted “Get out of there… you can use a guitar to copy a bass?”
“Oh yeah, with pedals, you can do a lot!”
“For real?”, asked Annie.
“Let me show you…”
I returned to my bedroom, got my Fender, my pedal system, and returned to them.
“Of course, he also plays the guitar!”, said, Sue.
I plugged my guitar into my pedals, unhooked my bass from my amp and instead, plugged the pedals to the amp themselves.
My pedal system was a multiple pedal kit: you can activate hundreds of effects and put them on 4 different foot buttons.
I began playing Seven nation army on my guitar, but it sounded odd: the notes were too high!
I scrolled on the pedal kit until I found the pedal I needed: it changed the pitch of the input, so I tuned it to lower my output and on the next attempt, it sounded exactly like on my bass!
“Wow”, said Annie.
Sue was once again smiling.
I had both girls in the palm of my hands.
You might think I am a highly talented guy! I can play and teach the bass, I play saxophone, I can cook.
The secret is to be a jack of all trades.
Do you know what they say about them? Jack of all trades, master of none?
Well, I only know a few songs of each of my instruments, and not even full songs. I know only a few fancy recipes.
The secret isn’t to know everything. It’s to know enough to impress, and to project the image that you know more.
Of course, you must never pretend to know more. Just project the image that you do.Tags: cmnf, nudity