I…’ He swallowed. ‘I cry all the time now.’ The girl looked at him admiringly, she knew what it cost him to say that. ‘I love her with ever...thing that’s in me,’ the old man went on, ‘and believe me, I don’t understand what she sees in me either. But whatever it is -‘ He shook his head. ‘She’s the most precious and wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me. And I won’t give her up either.’ He squeezed her hand, still on his shoulder, but he wouldn’t look at her. Everyone knew why. ‘I’m happy. Then she rolled the dice on the table. There was apause and my heart stopped beating for a second. "... number two!"The ladies all laughed and I turned around to face Martha who was smilingand reaching into her gift bag. She pulled out a soft leather belt andfolded it in. She smiled at me and said, "Happy birthday Sissy Danni!This belt is for you. Do you think we should try it out on him ladies?"Everyone around the room nodded and smiled."You might want to give him a little warm up first. Grey eyes. Figure? Hard to tell in baggy jeans and hoodies. What really caught the eye, though was her birthmark. I think they call it a 'port wine' mark and it covered maybe half the right side of her face. It's sort of embarrassing. You see it and there's a sort of horrible fascination and you drag your gaze away. Unless, of course you're the sort of person that enjoys making fun and humiliating someone that can't help the way they look. But because you drag your gaze away, you never really. But the real sensuality is being played behind the audience, in that darkest place just under the projector lights, where if the audience were to turn around, the glare of the projector would blind them to the couple writhing in the darkness.I put my hand atop yours, and press your hand firmly into my leg, sliding it inward and down. I feel you pull at my leg, wanting to part them and once again the primal scene rips to the forefront of my consciousness.The movie is long lost on both of us as.