Plays her on stage in transvestite shows. The soft voice. The singing. It’s really brilliant and sad. Like Marilyn. And she is incredibly smart. Bea...ty and brains.”“It’s a curse isn’t it,” said Rhonda.“Essie,” said Bob.“And my mom, too,” said Rhonda. “My dad helped them negotiate the repercussions, Essie especially. Essie amazingly actually. But to be so vulnerable, rejecting your own body, and then being smart and beautiful. Holy shit, that must be hard.”“She’s tried suicide a couple of times.. What is worse is my hard on remained stiff as a plank, and was showing no sign of retreating. “It's just her ass, as long as I don't look at her boobs everything will be fine.” I whispered to myself with a deep breath. Breasts are my weakness, without a decent pair of em, I find it difficult to picture a female naked. I took another bite just as I spotted her returning and gagged on the burger and it's juicy contents. The red t-shirt she was wearing was tight against her chest, forcing her. When I got back, John, the finger fucker with the huge cock, was sitting at our table and whispering to you. Your hands were under the table rubbing his thighs. I sat down with our drinks and greeted John with a smile. The band started playing a slow song. The two of you got up to dance. You pressed your body to him and he put his hand into your shorts. Soon the two of you were dry humping on the dance floor. When to two of you came back to the table. I said, "Deck?" You said, "Cottage, I want. My wife was already pretty tipsy from the beers at dinner, so it was going to be a wild night. In the car she was just furious- she had never liked Jim’s wife , and the stories he told at dinner really set her off. She spent the whole trip back talking about what a bitch his wife was. I figured it would be a sorry night of drinking and complaining, but misery loves company and I was glad we could be there for him at least.Back at the studio we sat around the table drinking shots and talking.