The last Jam Session

You exit your car after you parked it. Slowly, you get out and look to the building above you. It's a a simple 2-story building, but it looks nice enough. However, you shake it off and open your trunk, following by you pulling out your guitar. without a second to waste, he enter the building with your guitar.

There is a flight of stairs in front of you, which you go up. As you ascend unto the second floor, you hear a very quiet noise coming from where your planing to go, which is too your right. you turn right and then open the door.

There in front of you is Ms.Kristin, a 5'10 woman who has been your guitarist for over 5 years. she's wearing somewhat ripped blue jeans and A t-shirt with Aerosmith's logo on it, which compliment her Unkempt but Pretty Raven-Black Hair and Icy-Blue Eyes. She looks like the Epitome of the hot as fuck rock chick. and the fact that she is playing a white Gibson SG doesn't do anything to prove the look to be wrong. "Hey." You say to her, walking up to take a seat besides her, just like normal routine. "Hey MS. Kristin replies, not looking up to see you.

You do as you normally do at one of the sessions, which unfortunately this is the last one. This is because of both the fact that she taught nearly everything you needed to learn to play your guitar but also because her band, The Killer Divas, Have just scored a major Record deal. You've seen 1 of there shows, and they are as sexually as anything you've ever scene.

"So, Since this is your final jam session with me, what do you want to learn." She asks you,