An agent who’ll let me showthem a bosom or two,”“All I want ... is a drink!”The applause came big and a real loud voice rang out saying, “Th...t’s my girl, up there – ATTAGIRL DARLENE!” It was her father, Jim, and he sounded drunk as a skunk.I walked over to him and quietly asked him to either sit down and be quieter, or leave.Darlene ran off the stage to the backstage area, with her head in her hands sobbing. I saw Audrey go after her.Jim hadn’t sat down yet, so I walked him to outside the. I checked the clock...2:30. Geez, three more hours before the alarm. I tried for about a half-hour, but my sexual hunger and my wife's presence next to me would not allow sleep. I thought of going to the bathroom and jerking off knowing that would quench the need enough to get to sleep. Trouble was, I didn't just want to cum, I wanted sex. I wanted to make her cum as well. I carefully slipped off my Jockeys, which is the most I ever sleep in.Her back was to me and her arm was draped across her. Except for the business of settling the familyhouse and our common interests in our parents and their final years, Maryand I hadn't spoken like this in longer than I could remember. As Ilistened to her speaking, I thought to myself that I was fortunate tohave such a wonderful person as my sister.During the conversation she had plenty of opportunities to ridicule me ormake me feel less of a person because I was even considering themodeling. She never once made fun of me. Twice, first with Penny. Just as Sandy was heading up the hall to Richard’s office, he was walking out to greet her. ‘Sandy,’ Richard said, grabbing her arm and turning her back down the hall toward her office. ‘Let’s go back to your office and check your calendar. I just got a phone call that may turn into the biggest account we’ve ever had. We need to fly to New York next week to meet with the clients.’ In her office, Sandy and Richard figured out that they’d have to leave on Sunday to get to New York and prepare for.