Backstage was so crowded with people clustering around me and congratulating me—other singers, choristers, audience members who'd somehow wangled th...mselves a pass—that I had trouble finding time to change out of my costume. And when Camilla and I finally made it back to our penthouse and shut the door behind us I actually broke down, collapsing on the couch in a wave of emotional sobs.She came over and put her arms around me without a word. Asmedogh emerged from the bedroom he shared with the. Polo and I sat on the sofa on the back wall, to watch the show. Julio jumped on bed to join her; he laid facing Margarita and starting to lick her nipples, and then moved up to kiss her. Meanwhile Ricardo fetched a tube of lubricant out of the bedside draw and lay behind Margarita. Sarah, not wanting to be left out, took the lubricant from Ricardo and squeezed the tube into Margarita’s ass, then inserted and turned her finger inside of her. Sarah then completed the task by smearing some. .” I held up my hand. His words suddenly caused me to have a couple of things to say first.“Mister Hightower...” I started.“Jim,” he said. I nodded.“Okay, Jim. Before you continue, I need to say a few things. Kind of warn you, if I may say so. Not you specifically, but there are s few things that I may not want to know about. We shall see about that; I mean in this next while.The beers were delivered. I drank mine in not quite one go. Damn it that was good. I decided to say so. “Damn that was. "It gives me time to write, in between duties." So, what are you writing?" asked Mitch."Be right with you," said Lou Anne as she breezed by. Mitch just waved at her."It's a romance novel ... sort of," said Kris."Sort of?" It's ridiculous and stupid and completely impossible," said Kris. "But it's what I'm writing." So write something else," suggested Mitch."I wish I could remember what I usually write about," sighed Kris."What if you usually write romance novels with completely impossible.