The shape was perfectly tuned to my rest across my lap. The long narrow neck softened with age. I could move my lips down the back of it and feel the soft warmth of it stroke against them. It continued seemingly endlessly until it was brought to a surprising spread of smooth shoulders. Now I shiver with expectations as I stroke and explore pale features. Across the shoulders and over the narrow waist my fingers run on until the shape curves once more with the spread of its hips. I strike a chord. And the music from the guitar trembles.