When we were finished, she wrapped a towel around my head and led me toher station. We talked for a minute or two about how I would like myhair to be ...tyled. I said to do what she thought would look nice and beeasy to take care of. But I wanted it to be a little more unisex lookingso I could wear it with whatever clothes I had on. "Honey, after whatyou are going through today and tonight I think that there will only beone style of clothes left for you to wear!" We both giggled a little atthat. God he wanted to make love to her, to let his penis spring free, to feel it get hard, to feel it enter the velvety softness of her vagina. He wondered if Don was making love to her now. He knew they were good friends and had been since college. He wanted to ask her but was afraid of the answer as well as of making her mad. Don suggested that Jim might need to wear blouses now instead of men’s shirts, she agreed. "That would be ok wouldn’t it fluffy?" With a big smile he just said "yes." Jim. I did sort of restrain myself; I only went back for seconds, not for thirds... With breakfast done, it was time to get across to the Riverside stage and start to set up our equipment. The truck had arrived on time last night, and we were meeting the roadies there so we could start unloading and positioning our instruments and amps. Mary Beth had the location plan and microphone cabling diagram. The road crew unloaded the equipment cases, we worked to her plan, placing thing exactly where they. Walsh to Marissa. ‘Marissa Lawrence,’ I repeated slowly. I caught hold of my emotions before disbelief registered on my face. ‘I wanted you to be the first to know Paul because you’ll be working very closely with Marissa through this transition.’ ‘Yes. Of course.’ I set myself on auto pilot while Walsh and Marissa prattled on about planning meetings, productivity reports and cash flow projections. Son of a bitch, I raged inside. ‘It’s good to be working with you again, Marissa.