The butterflies in my stomach instantly started fluttering, and I could feel my face flush. "It's showtime!" he said, the impish grin returning to his...mouth.We live about 40 minutes drive from the city, and the infamous theater. With a flask of brandy in my pocket for comfort, we headed out of the house – me wearing nothing but my trench coat and a pair of three-inch heals. Traffic was fairly light as we wheeled our way closer to the city, the butterflies in my stomach intermittently giving way. She wasn’t completely clean shaven; I could feel a vertical line of hair. I pushed my fingers in further, twisting them as they came out, and her rapid breathing fired up again, accompanied by louder and more urgent moans. I pushed her forward until she buckled onto the bed, flat on her back. I walked over and ripped her skirt off. We were both completely naked and I took a moment to look her over. She was perfect, that is all I can say. I sat on top of her mound so that I was straddling her,. The only car that came into the area was a police car, it drove in, did one circuit and then drove off again. I ended up watching the comet again, and as good as it was it was still a let down. I'd have to watch and see when people went out.A couple of days later I had another moment of inspiration, from my bedroom I could see into our neighbours back gardens, the woman next door, who was old enough to be my mother, was sunbathing there so I set up the telescope and had a look. I failed again,. Then the guys fell over with no sounds. They fell over like zombies or something. Are they dead, dad? Do you think they're zombies?" It could be like wrestling, Carly," Jimmy said, excited by the different kind of event. Zombies! "You know. Like the Mexican Gorilla. He fell over three times last week, and ev'rbody thought he was dead. But then he came back and won. He beat the Mad Samoan, somethin' ter'ble. Prolly they're like wrestlers. Fall over dead, then BOOM, come back ... See? What I tell.