And I too, felt the bonds of many lifetimes and many shared adventures. I can’t, and won’t try to, explain the rest of that night. We got the lead...roles, of course. We sat outside the theater for hours after everyone else had gone home. We hugged almost constantly, and …nothing else of a physical nature took place. I did not even kiss her. Strange? Bear with me and hear the rest. As we talked, we discovered that, while I was in what I generously called ‘advanced middle age’, she had just turned. He started getting close and invited me to his room, not hesitating I went in. I guess I wanted sex. That is exactly what my mind was telling.But I did not react well. Somewhere I wanted to be a one man’s property. That’s it, I finished my beer and went into my room to see my hubby sleeping with a woman. I slept in another. Next day my hubby went early. The boy sees that moment and barges into my room. I was surprised.But he said, I want you and jumps on my bed and forces me to fuck. I could. “Things are okay. Got some work and the house is okay. How about you?”“Oh, all that is okay,” she said. “I mean do you feel good or… is life passing you?”“Sounds like you need to talk, not me,” I said gently, and sat back to let her compose her thoughts.“I don’t know,” she began. “We happy enough, Gilberto and me. But is no, you know, excitement.”“How long have you been married?” I asked.“Seventeen years.”“And you have been bringing up your boys and trying to make a living and looking for a. . And then her voice stopped abruptly as the respondent hung up.Despite the interruption, Gareth was too expert to let this deflate his prowess and within a minute, he and Marianne were fucking again, more energetically than ever. Gareth now learnt something about Marianne he would never have suspected and that was the extent of her vocal passion. Her gasps became shrieks that ascended in volume and pitch with each of Gareth's thrusts.She was a screamer.It was a good thing, after all, that they.