They had operated a food market close to a black housing area before.There was an old black woman that had worked for the Falletta family for fifty on... years. She risked her life to tell the senior members of the family that there would be riots on August first. The black woman suggested they disappear into a state park that was closed, a hundred miles south west of Galveston. Sam Falletta had believed her and taken nearly all of his family to hide there.Sam had a brother in law, Louis. The actual theater is long and narrow with one isle down the center and rows of seats going to the walls on either side. There is a large open space for standing at the back of the theater.As we entered the theater there was a group of men in the standing area in the back as there had been when I was there earlier. We walked about hallf way down where I selected a row and purposely went to the center leaving a couple empty seats next to my wife. The men at the back of the theater saw that I had. "Try rolling on your side with your knee bent," she suggested. "I've read that that may help."On my side with one knee bent up to my chest, I started working the snake in and out and around again, maintaining a gentle but constant pressure until amazingly, I got the curve of the snake just right and it popped through the opening. The sensation was intense and I gasped."Are you OK?" Cindy asked."I'm fine. We are through the bend. Wow. What an amazing feeling."I reached down and continued gently. "I warned you not to use your hands," she tut-tutted, tossing her blonde hair over her back."Don't," he begged, making fists. My skirt fell back into place. "Promise."I let him wait a count of ten, nodded to her, and regathered his aching shaft in a forgiving caress. "Does that feel better?"She relented and assumed her provocative pose once more. "Well, if you promise. But don't let it happen again, bad boy."“All right then; enough of the punishment," I singsonged. "Cyn, why don't you show him.