"I guess I owe you both an apology. There's no way you'd be upthis early without hang overs if you'd been drinking."Pushing past me in her nitie Brand... hugged him. "Thank you Daddy. I knowhow it looked and I'm sorry I broke the rules by having Mark over whenyou weren't home." I'm sorry too Dad, we forgot it was your Anniversary," I told him."Thanks' for Marrying Mom and getting me a sister."He gave me a hug then stepped back and looked at me strangely."You're welcome son, now I'm going to go. I wouldn’t uncover my normal one until I was safe in the driveway. Joe’s wallet would be left in a bar bathroom in Memphis minus the cash to misdirect anyone looking for him. Meanwhile I’d leave it in a plastic bag out here in the woods. I sure as hell wouldn’t keep it near me. His car keys would go into the Tallahatchie River, a detour on the way home. Yes, it’s that same bridge Billie Jo McAlister supposedly jumped off in that old song. A fair bit of shovel work later, it was time to. Stars and comprimari don't usually interact a lot backstage.It helped that Madeleine seemed to have put her sniping at me on hold. She and the kid tenor who was doing the Emperor seemed to be a lot more interested in whatever it was they were up to—one free guess!—in her dressing room. Suited me fine.Meantime Asmedogh and I settled into kind of an easy routine, like an old married couple. We actually talked only occasionally; everything important that needed to be said between us had been said. As we press ourselves together, I feel the warmth of your body and the imprint of your breasts on my chest. The soft kiss becomes one of rising passion, matched by my rising erection. My hands begin roaming your body, tracing the outline through your clothes. I study your body as a blind man would – in braille – feeling each contour as I explore. I know your body as well as my own. Yet, each time I touch your it is as exciting as the first. The sight and the feel of your body always brings joy.