We saw no signs of living people. It was late afternoon and we picked a place on the outskirts of Lisbon and stopped for the night. Almeda was before ...rossing the bay or river into Lisbon proper. We would start exploring Lisbon in the morning.The three of us, Elena, Rich, and I, got along well. We all wanted something to do. We all loved the water and sunning but also knew and desired more from life. In the morning, we crossed the bridge into Lisbon. Soon, we found people and they were. .The whistling has started again in earnest and you look out at the audience with a sluttish grin on your face. Your hands move down your body from your breasts, your own every touch making you hornier and hornier. Looking once again straight at the young guy in the front row you flash him a naughty wink as your fingers slide into the front of your panties. You feel your fingertips brush against the little tuft of pubic hair before touching the wetness beneath. As you slide your finger over. She let out a soft moan and she lifted her arm for a moment, maybe she was trying to caress him. He held her wrist though and when a moment later he let go, her arm fell limply onto her lap. ‘Good girl.’ He whispered into her ear. His heart was beating rapidly, he had been waiting for this moment for such a long time, and now the moment was finally here. His fingers were trembling, almost as if he was nervous. ‘Come on sweetheart.’ Gently he scooped her up, one arm under her knees, one. ’ ‘Why are you doing this?’ I found I was half crying. ‘Are you getting bored with me? Is this your way of breaking it off, of sending me back?’ I was relieved to see that he was clearly surprised. ‘No. I’m not bored with you. I am doing it because it amuses me, and because I can. That’s all. It’s not for you to question, but to comply.’ Brad Even among the bizarre, this was bizarre. Like the diplomat in the play M BUTTERFLY who claims not to know that his lover of many years is actually a man.