I took her hand and walked her to the limo and held the door to let her in.“I’ve been helping this director and cast get the characters right and ... truly believe they will do it perfectly, but they will still be imperfect compared to your beauty,” I whispered to her as I sat by her, handing her a glass of Glenfiddich.She blushed and kissed me, not wanting me to talk anymore. I moved a hand to behind her head as we kissed passionately, my other hand resting on a thigh.I broke the kiss and downed. “Wouldn’t you like to know, lover boy?” said Judy in an assertive voice that effectively killed the likelihood of anything between them resembling romance. “Just enjoy a World Class Tijuana toke while it’s going free and don’t fucking Bogart the joint, boys.”It was as apparent to me then as it has been subsequently to Polly Tarantella that the preparation for the Penitence Club gig was much more in Judy’s control than it was Crystal’s. On this occasion, Judy Dildo was effectively band leader. It had been a long day of travel, and I just wanted to sleep. However, we couldn’t simply turn in before spending a bit more time with her parents…A small gift exchange was in order. For her father I brought some top-shelf liquor. And for her mother I gifted a piece of jewelry, though she wasn’t impressed -- impossible to win her over I've since discovered. Oh well…At this point I should note that my in-laws are Asian, and their English is not good. As I’ve learned this isn’t such a bad thing!. Sure, sometimes Robert would surprise me and pull me to bed early, but we mostly had sex on Saturday evenings. While I understood the reasons for our highly scheduled sex, it took me a couple of years to emotionally adjust. A part of me wanted spontaneity, but I didn't know what to do or how to get it.After a time, I found myself losing the once a week sex. Instead of lying around in bed on Saturday evening, Robert found other things to do. Sure, the grass needed cutting and the town home.