“You like him?”“Like? No, I don’t even really know him. Okay, he’s charming, but probably totally unlikeable and arrogant if you get to know...him better.” She was clearly and unsuccessfully trying to placate me.“But?”“But? Yeah, but...” She sighed deeply. For some reason this sigh annoyed me more than anything else. It reminded me of a lovesick teenager. “But he wouldn’t have this job if he was ugly, would he?”“No, probably not,” I tersely replied.“You see? This would have been like a quick romp. So we decided to go at it in the shower. "Oh baby I’m so hot for you." I whimpered as you made me thrust my ass out and get on my hands and knees. Once I was on my knees, you proceeded to grip my hips gently squeezing my soft ass. You then proceed to edge your dick into my pussy and push the head part way in producing a small grunt as the pleasure shivers up your cock. "Mmm, tight fit babe, I like it!" you say as you force your dick in a little deeper. I could feel your thick cock swells. I tried to gauge the width and decided that it was a double bed or larger. I crawled onto the bed and arranged myself as I had been told."Well done, eventually." I was unreasonably pleased with the compliment and also upset that I had disappointed her even slightly. Why was I feeling like this? All week long, Serena had been trying to tell me how she felt and I thought I had understood. Now I was actually experiencing it for myself - if only for such a short while - and the feelings were. But at least there things had seemed better organized, with most of the major set elements "flown"—raised and lowered from the rafters above, so they could be swapped out quickly. This house had no adequate rafters; it all had to be moved in from the wings. What it did have, apparently, was unions for the stagehands, which meant work got done more slowly and sometimes not at all for a while when disputes arose as to just which union had responsibility for which particular activity. Those.