Simon didn't get to sleep easily, that night. He was excited. And it was useless to deny it: he was quite turned on, too. The wonderfully erotic scene at the restaurant came to his mind over and over. Kate's face, mostly, in the moment her orgasm hit her and flooded her body. Phill did a great job. Really a great job. Now, what? They were going to meet again the next evening, after dinner, but that could mean many different things. He wondered if the lovebirds were going to be happy and content with what they had, if the restaurant was enough to light their fire again. O if they were going to ask again for his guidance, to do something else, maybe even raunchier and sexier. Or maybe they felt ready to walk down the kinky street on their own: after all, Phillup was a brilliant guy, his tinker friend who built world conquering robots for a living, and more than capable of figuring out things by himself.<em>Who knows? Tomorrow will tell.</em>He whispered to himself, sipping a herbal tea and trying to read a technical handbook about a new model of videocamera. He hoped to bore himself to sleep. In the long run, it worked. He managed to fall asleep quite late at night.<br/><br/>The next morning, he was back to his life. He was quite sleepy on the job, but no one seemed too concerned. As long as the shooting was good, no one cared about his continuous yawning, or his dozing off during the coffee break. He had drums classes in the afternoon, with two young boys. The younger was a complete newbie and they were going through the basics. The other boy was quite skilled, played in a small band with his friends, and was more than eager to learn. Maybe for the first time in his entire life, he asked himself if he was a good teacher. For the drums kids. And for Phill and Kate. If he could not only pass on proficiency, but also keep the topic interesting, keep his pupils passionate about learning. Again, looking at his face in his bathroom mirror, brushing his teeth after dinner, he had only that useless answer:<em>who knows? Tomorrow will tell.</em>Time to go to the love nest.