What am I supposed to say to that?”“You’re supposed to turn it down,” I said, looking forthe exit line. “And we’re...supposed to go home.”“I’ll tell you this,” she said. “$35 is an insult andI’m turning it down. I wouldn’t want to lose my amateurstatus for $35, so I’ll do it for nothing.”“Huh?” Pete’s exclamation was loud but to the point.“But you don’t get anything fancy. No. I hoped my audience had unlimited data service. A half-hour hi-def recording was going to be massive.Sunday morning, I showered and dressed in black slacks and my peach-colored shirt. I sat and played for a while just to get warmed up. Then I started the equipment and began my half-hour pseudo-concert. I’d chosen some of my Spanish influenced pieces to do this morning. It went pretty smoothly with only one mistake serious enough that I needed to start the piece over and then edit it together.I. She handed me the larger dildo and said, “now turn around. We’re going to 69.” I felt a thrill of excitement and complied eagerly, swivelling around and positioning myself so that my head was now between her legs. She bent her knees, giving my hands room to work. I heard the buzz of the vibrator behind me and suddenly felt its tip press lightly against my still-sensitive clit, and my hips jerked from the shock.“Start slowly,” she said. “Just lick me first. You know what you like.” I bent my. I professed my love once again and offered her the final piece to her treasure map. The map took her back to the beginning and once again she was at the Christmas tree. Tucked in the back in the tree was a small wrapped box. Her eyes lit up as she tore at the Christmas wrap, and when she flipped the box open the look of love, appreciation and happiness that was on her face was worth twice as much then the ring was worth. I know for her as well as me every good moment of our twelve years.