Itreally wasn't any different than what I had done before, except I wasnot in the small voice booth this time. With every word I sang I felt aconfiden...e start to build inside of me. I could do this. I could performthis concert. All I had to do was sing. During the second chorus, one of the guitarists plucked the wrong chord.I think it was Connor, but I couldn't tell for sure. But it did throw meoff balance. I missed a couple of words while I tried to get back towhere the song should be. The. . obedience. As proof, I will sip the same, but you shall not deny me. Lady Cecelia, since our first correspondences I have found your nature stimulating. You are an unassailable character that incites me. Though I care not a whit for him your sacrifice for this knight amuses me. What then is the distance your humility shall travel? That is my wonder and interest: your ability to humble yourself before me. You have been summoned to pay homage to me for the release of your man. My pleasure will. Once again, out of character, Jean wasn't wearing a bra.Her eyes dropped to the tented sheet and she gestured with an open palm as if to ask, "What, pray tell, is that?"Then, remembering a little ditty that Jean had read to me years before, I recited,"The tent pole's up, the canvas is spread. To hell withbreakfast, come on back to bed."She giggled and continued,"Take the tent pole down, put the canvas away. Monkey had ahemorrhage; there'll be no circus today."Still chuckling, she said, "Just. I said any woman would do.He asked me to go to the first floor of the same building to catch some action, just to get a feel for it. It was a public plaza building which was now just occupying unwanted space. I went there and found a woman moaning in the bathroom. I got excited and opened the gate and I shocked to find Kusum there, blowing another guy. Seeing that, I quickly took out my camera and captured a photo with the flash on. The guy ran out like hell from there and Kusum sat on her.