Helen's Etude

I wanna know what's true. Dig deep into who and what and why and when. Until now gives way to then. Woah, nice room. Here's the wallpaper. It's not William Moore, but it's close. Pretty close. You read all these books? I'm working on it. That is not something I can imagine. No, I remember from class, you're not much of a reader. No, read some good books in your class though. That's my job. To make it interesting. It's like a 1950s lesbian pulp novel. Their tawdry love could only flourish in the shadows. I like Roy, he's funny. Allison, find something to do. I'm practicing. Did Choplin write Chopsticks? Allison, stop bothering me. This place is like a museum. What's that stuff? Sherry, want some? Is it any good? Yeah. Sure... I remember this house before you moved in. We used to ride our bikes here all the time when we were kids. You've done a shitload of work. I did. By myself, most of it. You must be in good shape, old man. Not too bad, if I say so myself. I might still break a heart or too. You'd be surprised what a guy my age knows how to do. Here, want it? Yeah. Unbutton your shirt. Is that you're wife playing the piano? Don't worry about her. La la la la, la la la la la. Maybe not right now. Maybe not right now. La la la la la, la la la la. I know this type, this type of married guy. I could just give him the slip, but why? I know it's not a big deal, I know he wants me. I know this type, this type of married guy. I could just give him the slip, but why? I know it's not a big deal, I know he wants. Just me and him, me and him, me and him.