His dick would sort of lean to the left, the head penetrating the soft cloth a little. He popped open a can of cola and sat on the couch, rather close...to Derrick. He swooped his arm over his shoulders and squeezed him playfully."So, what movie you got for us tonight?" He said with a handsome half-smile.Derrick cleared his throat and said with a loud voice that surprised even himself, "UHHH, well.. I thought maybe Shaun of the dead or something. I dunno. What do you feel like, dad?" Yeah, sure.. You can dance like no one is watching, simply losing yourself in your own space and the sensuous flow of your body.You feel the rain drip from your hair, your eyelashes and nose, and run off your shoulders and down your body over bouncing breasts and rapidly-hardening nipples. And you revel in the tingling sensations as you dance in puddles, the water splashing between your toes. You look around to see if you’re being watched. You want to take this moment to relive your fondest memories of. The woman on the stage was at least twenty years too old and fifty pounds too heavy for the role she played. And it would have helped if they’d at least checked if she could sing before giving her the part of Madama Butterfly. Then again, he hated opera anyway, didn’t he? Opera, ballet, classical music, the only reason he was here was because of the woman next to him. She was old and fat too, but she happened to be the chairperson of his biggest client. She was visiting for the yearly meeting. I didn’t expect Savannah to know the song. She had a voice like an angel, like a mix of Phyllis Hyman and Gloria Estafan. This made me more nervous as I tried harder not to screw up. After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at the theatre. I paid for our tickets, our snacks, and found our seats. The theatre was packed, there was only two seats left in the back of the room. We made our way to the empty seats and as soon as we sat down, the lights dimmed. I saw the previews to a new comedy.