Conversation paused while he sucked in the smoke. “Constance’s a choreographer,” he breathed out. “Had a world renowned company in the rarifie... world of modern dance before she had a nervous breakdown maybe fifteen years ago. You know about Morpheus?” I nodded. “It used to be two shows, a dance and Saul’s play. This year they combined for a musical, one that Charlie and I starred in. It’s supposedly her swan song. She’s here to talk to the director who’s taking over the show on Broadway. I. God grant you the strength you need to go forward." And she brushed her lips against my cheekbone just under my right ear.Somehow, the feeling of her lips persisted through the afternoon. And I don't know why, but her reassurance seemed to mean something to me in a way that nobody else's comments had. That night, in the big bed with the gaping empty spot on the mattress, I managed to get to sleep with less effort and fewer tears than I had managed for the entire previous week.I ran into Ken a. At first, she seemed nice, but then I sensed something was not quite right between them. I shrugged it off, and after they left, Will and I enjoyed the rest of our evening. We had been spending a lot of time together, and I was enjoying his company. But that’s another story.A few weeks later, I was just about ready to head with Will to see a musical at one of the local theaters, when my cell phone buzzed. Looking at the number, I saw it was Heather, Trevor’s mother. Reluctantly, I answered the. "Relax babe..." Jessica says as she begins putting her clothes on also. "Let's just go to your house" She says."We might get caught though..." I say as I pull my shirt on."Don't worry about it" Ok" I say somewhat nervous.Jessica grabs a bag and stuffs some hand cuffs, a dildo, the strap on, a couple of ropes, a gag, some night clothes, some regular clothes, her phone, and it's charger. She zips the bag up and then takes my hand. We stride across the lawn, ready to fuck again.I look in the.