" She crossed her arms over her smallish tits. "The dancers can spare the humiliation better than I, my Lord." Sensitive," I snorted. "I'm just teasin... you. No need to cry about it." I'm not crying." Sit down," I said with a nod towards the empty chair beside me. "They're about to start the second act." I won't play your games." Just..." I rolled my eyes with a sigh. "Sit down already; you're making me nervous." Me?" She smiled unhappily. "What's wrong, my Lord?" Nothing a little ballet won't. She then pulled away. “This is no good!” exclaimed Dee, “I’ve got to get out the car.”The guys then stood back and Dee opened the car door, swung her knees out of the car. Pete captured her stocking clad legs and I guess her bare crotch as she stepped out, then quickly got down onto her knees and the guys all came forward eager to be sucked. I too had to get out of the car, if I was going to get a good view of my wife being abused by a gang of guys I needed a closer look. I slipped to the side. ” “Really, you mean that?” he said. Nodding his head he said “Yeah, I mean that alright.” “Uhhh what else have you done besides uhhh kiss a woman?” “What do you mean?” he asked as if naïve to what she was referring to. “You know” she told him. “I’m not that dumb” and then she smiled. “You know, guys and uh girls uhhh playing around with each other. I’ve never done that with a guy.” He looked at her and finally smiled, not that he ever wore a brooding expression on his face, but he liked how. Michael was the type of man that had his affairs 'on the edge'. She hoped she had arrived in time for she had heard about Mary's fling way out on the west coast. Her friendship was something that had grown over the years so that she felt like they were sisters. Then she had walked into the theater and interrupted what could have only been a 'quickie' in the shadows of the stairwell. That the poor girl who might have been getting Michael's attention was her daughter just about buckled her own.