Exasperation colors his shrug. Byron holds my face, his fingertips stroking behind my ears, and kisses me. It’s a good and dirty French kiss, a wet,...sucking, tongue battle like you wage face-to-face in the heat of coitus. I close my eyes and wallow in it, lust tendrils snapping and crackling from my scalp to my toes. Too soon, always too soon, he pulls away and returns to the hay bale, but I’m happy and I pirouette on point like a bondage ballerina. Once, twice, three turns, until a scary smile. I started getting a chill running up my spine. It was the first time any guy had touched me & I could feel his breath on my lips. This made me close my eyes & the next thing was that his lips were on mine & his chest was squeezing against my boobs! We smooched for over 5mins & the wetness of his lips made me want more & more. He then proposed to me & I said yes! he held me in his strong arms & smooched me again. After which we hugged each other & went out back to the carnival ground. It was two. I guess I must have dozed off for a minute.” Why did she suddenly feel the need to lie to her husband? The fact was she hadn’t been up yet. She didn’t even remember going to bed.She reached for a bottle of water on her night stand, not caring how it got there or how long it had been sitting there. She took a drink, realizing that she really needed to brush her teeth. Tasted like a skunk died in her mouth.Looking down, she found she was still in her work clothes. Why? She tried to remember, but. The music she most enjoyed had to have energy, power and an instant impact. And this proclivity had to be overlaid somehow on the groove-based rhythm and melody that we were contributing to the Crystal Passion mix.Within a week of Judy approaching Crystal, she was a full member of the band and joined us at the disused retail unit we'd hired to rehearse the remaining few songs for the Passing Passion album. It was Judy who's the chief author of the sound that rock critics like Polly Tarantella.