“I don’t even care if he never married me, Sparkle.” She said to her mare as she gently stroked it. “I know his family would never approve of ...e. I only wish that he’d give me what I need.”Jane knew that Wilton was a virgin, he had told her that. He never asked her if she was, it wasn’t the sort of question a gentleman asked. If he had, she wondered if she would give him the answer he expected, or the truth. She’d had her first man when she was 16. It was a totally forgettable experience, but. In a matter of seconds, the keys turned so cold, they felt like cubes of dry ice. For a few moments she just sat there, staring dumbly at the keyboard. Then she noticed movement on the computer screen. Her eyes darted up to it, and she gasped. Someone, or something was typing a message below her unfinished summary:LOSYRA LOSYARA LOSYARA HOW I LONG TO TOUCH YUR FLESH AGAIN YOUR SWEET FLESH! OH LOSYARA LOSYARA YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFL MY LOVE! AND SOON YOU WILL BE MINE AGAIN! SOON WE SOON WE WILL BE. She didn't understand why I wanted her to dress like that but she didn't know my plan.Without my wife knowing, I had gone to the theater earlier to scope it out. It's seedy, as you would expect, and not like a regular theater because it's in a converted warehouse. The actual theater is long and narrow with one isle down the center and rows of seats going to the walls on either side. There is a large open space for standing at the back of the theater.As we entered the theater there was a group. It began to rain, which surprised me, until I realized that someone had thrown handfuls of glitter over her. Fascinated, I watched them settle upon our naked bodies, wishing I knew who’d done it, wanting to thank them."You’re sparkling, Ruby." I wondered if my smile looked as delighted as hers did. I reached up to stroke her cheek, but she intercepted my hand, guiding my fingers one at a time into her mouth. It felt like warm velvet, so good, in fact, that I almost didn’t notice when her.