There had been a few more pauses then there should have been. Tonight was the first rehearsal that the actors couldn’t stop and ask for help on line...; they had to ‘muddle through’ unless somebody went fubar, and our director Marcus didn’t like fubars.My first scene was coming. I went out on cue and remembered all my lines – listening for my cues and thinking about the song I have coming up, ‘Something’s Coming’.’ Now ... the strings do this staccato rhythm that I have to come in just right. I had to half-stand and lean over the high backed vinyl seat to see him."Just the one," he replied, turning his head with surprised annoyance. Once he got a look at me though, he smiled and his voice grew warm. "But I guess we can share if you want." Great." I smiled back at him.The sun had just about set when I'd gotten on the bus in Oakland, bound for New York City. It would be a long, long ride the ticket agent promised, but what else did I have to do? I wanted to get as far from my husband. Yeah, I can see that. It is a no-win situation, right? I tell people I’m not sleeping with someone, and they don’t believe me. I don’t say anything, and they think that is tacit acknowledgment that I am anyways. God, that’s fucked up. So, since nothing I can do will convince people otherwise, I chose to keep my trap shut.”“If I recall, no one, especially you, thought there was any clear, easy path through that.”“You’re right, Yola. And I remember that you argued both sides at one point, trying. “My magic has created a special bond between us, one that enhances trust, allowing you to momentarily forget.” Tugging the band of his pants down, his cock sprung free, pointing directly at her mouth. “I can teach you to overcome your pain, if you will let me.” She stroked his cock lovingly, her fingers magically warm and wet. She gazed up into his eyes, adoration on her face. “Please let me do this, Mike. Please.”“I...” Mike stared at the woman in his tub, the one who radiated warmth and.