“Solace?” he called again. “Yes, Mr. Cramer?” Solace said without turning to face him. “I asked if you were feeling all right. You have the ...ext line.” Solace could feel her face turn red as. She held up her bulky Braille script and checked her line and recited it. “Well, that was about as believable as toast. Let’s take ten, folks.” Mr. Cramer called. The cast members relaxed and made their way backstage. Squeals could be heard as young blind boys “accidentally” bumped into the girls in front. ”“Yeah -- he said some things I’m sure Elaine wouldn’t want us to hear. Let’s go upstairs and consolidate this while it’s still fresh.”“I’d like to change into something more comfortable if you don’t mind.”“Please, do. I’m going to take off my tie.”“Men have it so easy. Try suffering in pantyhose all day.”“Come on down when you’re ready.”Darren opened the door to his room. He powered up his laptop and took a small, spiral-bound notebook from his shirt pocket. There was a knock at his door.He. I loved his hands rubbing up and down my back. Slowly I was realizing how badly I wanted him and prayed he want thinking the same. My head on his shoulder, I started to kiss his neck, hoping against hope he would respond positively. I melted as he moved his hand to my chin and lifted it to kiss me on the lips. The kiss quickly turned passionate with our tongues joining. His hands gravitated to my butt. I kept my breasts pressed firm to his chest. My hands started to unbutton his shirt. As I got. Then he put his hand under my shirt. His fingers pinched my nipples and I fell off my seat. He pulled me back up and nuzzled my neck. I felt him sucking on me and then his hand went slowly up my thigh. I pushed his hand down but he was insistent. His hand ripped my panties as he manhandled my girl parts. I was so angry that I stood up and walked out. Wren dumped his popcorn on the floor and followed me out into the lobby. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Wren called to me. I stumbled out into the cold.