I’ll make a note to find out.”Then with a wink she continued, “—tell Ali how the entire hotel staff has united to protect you people. Why, the...chef even chased a paparazzo out of his kitchen and back to the street with a meat cleaver! But anyway, the hotel telephone operators have been fielding calls for hours and telling callers you are not to be disturbed ... in about fifteen different languages, yet!”She grinned and then continued, “But anyway, among the most insistent have been the bookers. I was twenty-seven, so you were--”“About to graduate from high school.”I placed his strong hand on my soft, brown stomach. "It began and ended as all great tales do, with a book."He kissed the back of my neck, tickling me with his dark beard. "Reading is fundamental." I'm flapping my arms in the air so we can flashback to the past." I can see the rainbow-colored swirls.".....It was the finale of a book reading at a large retail location near Times Square. The night was filled with chuckles from. The form was some sort of a water god, perhaps. Whatever the case, the form’s enormous penis was darting in and out of her sex, and giving her what must have been abundant pleasure. They rotated in the water one way and then another. They swam closer to surface sometimes, and sometimes they drifted back to the bottom. The shape of the entity who appeared to be composed of pure water changed. Sometimes he appeared to have long, flowing blue locks, and sometimes he was bald. Sometimes his blue. The edges falling away. Her flesh was always before me. I was reacting in kind. The heat all around us. If she was going to let me see her, if she was going to 'express' herself how she wanted, then I was going to let my body express itself how it wanted. It made for a very strange and relaxed world for some reason. The very act of wearing clothes, the very act of hiding affects you. Somewhere along the way, a shame rises in us and we have to hide. Almost all the time. But when the hiding.