About that time the waitress walked over and said "You have now been cut off and that she had a note for me" I looked at the note and it read "I think...by now you know the mood I am in and in 20 minutes the waitress will bring you to the room" Well 20 minutes later the waitress whom I had not really paid much attention to walked over and said come on lets get you to your room. I looked at her and said "I am able to get to my room with out your help" She stopped me and said "I am sure you are but. I told the guy I was sucking I would not be able to deep throat him and he responded, “Hey mon that means I’m going to fuck you.”“Look I will suck you the best I can and I’m sure you will enjoy it, but there is no way I can take your monster up my ass, it is simply too big,” I said.“We will see about that, now suck,” he saidHoping that if I sucked him good enough, he would forget about fucking me, I proceeded to give him my best. Without bragging too much, I have to say I’m a damn good. When I asked, after the usual showing surprise and shock on my face, she said that one man ****d her right here in the theatre. I apologized to her and comforted her as much as I could and prayed to god that she wouldn't notice my rock hard cock.Just then the usher walked in. Apparently the couples had complained to him before leaving. He walked in and switched on the lights even though the movie was still going on. He was a black man of 65 or more. He was way too lanky and his grey freaky hair. I read the poem and quickly saw how she had taken my ideas and transformed them into a simple but eloquent poem with lots of imagery. I probably wouldn't have gotten all of it if I hadn't written the original but I could easily see how it mirrored what I started out with."Vicky, this is fantastic" I complimented her. "I can't believe how well it captures what I wanted to say but looks and sounds so different. You could be a very good writer if you wanted to be one." Thank you Michael, I always.