Similar to running a obstacle course during the night time. Unfortunately hitting my knee while passing by a speaker- totally oblivious to my vision. ...rying to follow the distant sound of her voice- echoing inside. It led me through a series of under stage structured mazes. Light begins to brighten as I reach an open corridor with many stage staff running about with headsets and such. Seeing a lady with a clipboard, appearing to be ordering other people around. I swiftly step in and ask her. ..I don't know," I say. "My parents don't know about 'Stephanie'- I'mnot estranged from them, not even close... They just think I work in amusic shop and live with a male friend. If they knew about 'Stephanie'they'd probably go berserk..." You don't know just how many young men and women I've had through mydoors saying the exact same thing," Dr Phillips chuckles. "When did youlast see your parents?" Sunday," I say. "Dressed and acting as 'Steve', before you ask." And how did it feel to 'be. She walks back into the bedroom, and gives the camera setup a quick once over. Satisfied, she walks to the kitchen, and pours herself a large glass of her favorite wine. The alcohol should make this easier. Nervousness ate at her a bit, she had not knowingly performed like this on camera before. Although she really wanted to do this, her slightly shy nature would have to be shelved in order to give the vocal performance he would like. Even the naked jaunt into the kitchen was a bit out of. "I nodded again.We rode the elevator down to the Paris casino, and stopped for a drink at the casino bar, dawdling on the video poker machines for a bit."So, do you want to try and see a late show, or play craps again, or something else?" I asked her."Something else," she said, gazing at me calmly.We practically ran to the taxi stand.We kissed and caressed all the way through the taxi ride back, in the lobby at Mirage, in the elevator, and down the hallway to our room. I could barely get her.