He was, after all, still married, a state that caused great concern among Sylvie’s family. The first date led to others and trust and intimacy gradu...lly grew. As he remembered the first night she came to his bed, his lined face cracked into a smile. He closed his eyes to better remember the feelings of love, of actually being loved for himself by this wonderful being, Sylvie. He was impatient, she was inexperienced. The condom was a problem, breaking the flow of love making. He came quickly,. Another problem was the length. Nearly two hours made for a lot of strange nonsense to take in. The films I made were kinetic, with frequent bursts of quick editing between longer sustained shots, and those tended to move more than anyone expected a shot to move. And of course three people talked in seemingly normal conversations and configurations, sometimes monologues and sometimes dialogues, but disconnected and random. We filled the 200 seats the first weekend, but over half the seats. Out in the auditorium, the audience noise changed into the sound of people standing and exiting, and work lights started coming on. I led Shannon over to my stack of gear.“Yo, you sounded great, man!”I turned to find the guitar player from Green Space approaching, instrument still in hand. He offered me a high-five.“I’m Colin,” he introduced.“Matt.”Colin’s eyes took Shannon in for a moment. “You’re not the singer, are you?”Shannon laughed. “No, that’s Lara. I’m Shannon. Similar dress, I. "Irene, you naughty little girl!" She said in a mock tone of disapproval.Irene, though a good half foot taller then her lover, was definitely the more submissive partner. Her hands froze, the vibrator still humming deep inside her, and looked up at Hannah sheepishly. "I can't help it! You know how much I need to have it! Besides we never promised to not fuck anyone else." That's true." Hannah agreed, reflectively."So who's been inside you these last few months?" Irene asked, gaining.