That's the one dinner a year I know in advance that I won't be involved in. I also have this thing about traditional utensils. Plastic spoons just don...t cut, it yet unfortunately, wooden spoons are getting harder to come by. Sure enough, hanging there on the hooks were two types of "wooden spoons"; one set was obviously plastic and was labeled "Poly Spoons", the other looked almost identical and claimed to be wooden spoons but still felt and looked like plastic."If these are wooden, they must. I felt nervous. My toes and fingers felt numb and my throat was dry."Oh, ok. Great," she replied. "So, um, it's just a little dinner party. Nothing fancy. I was just thinking, uh, hey, why not send you an invite, too, ya know?"I was staring down at the note in my hand, staring at the smiley face she'd drawn, which caused me to smile in kind."Yeah," I said. "I'd like that. Thanks. Thank you. That was, uh... very thoughtful of you."There was a muffled noise on Gayle's side of the phone, as if she. "Did you like the taste of my panties? The taste of what I left inside of them for you? I bet you did, because you sucked those stains right out of them. You sucked my nasty fucking stains right out of my filthy panties, so you must have liked the taste, right?" Oh yeah, Jo. Part of me though it was odd that you would leave your panties in your room in that state, but I never really cared. I was just glad you did. It made me so fucking hard, the first time I saw your panties that way." What. Might as well milk it. Don’t forget in the next scene you’re going to be in bed together so that kiss has to have potential.”I was right. The outraged cries of some of the local citizens increased box office incredibly. The prurient came to see what all the fuss was about, the religious loonies came to feed their fantasies and then decry it in the local paper and a few people came to see a good play. I was interviewed by a local journalist who was, among other things, the paper’s arts.