His wife didn't answer for a while."I don't want you to die," she whimpered, "and I couldn't stand living without you," she sobbed between hiccups. "N...w I'm going to die too."In the darkness, Steve's eyes widened in amazement. He was at a loss for words."Steve?" Barbara asked softly."What, honey?" He was distracted. He'd been trying to find a way to begin telling her what he'd been told just today."Hold me? I'm so scared," she begged.Steve scooted closer and took her in his arms. He pulled her. "I've never heard of him." He's Austrian. Or was. He's dead. The play is about an aging actor, on a downhill slide, who's getting a show read in a run-down pub. Preparing the dump for his theatrical extravaganza is a piece of theatre in itself. There's the Landlord, some pigs, the troupe, the town and even the elements conspiring against him. It was funny and sad and a great evening." Sounds great." I think it runs through this weekend." Allie took a drink. "Oh, it's down by the Harbour. Sydney. Between her legs was a sparse triangle of hair which revealed puffy pussy lips.Sheila slid her hand between the other woman’s thighs and began rubbing. Margaret Wilson moaned.“Your cunt’s dripping,” Sheila said. “I need to feast on that.”She guided the older lady to the sofa and sat her down. Kneeling between the spread legs, she bent her face and using her fingers to open the wet gash, she buried her face. Mrs Wilson sighed and moaned. I moved over and knelt beside them and offered my. The front door opened and more women filed in.“Jake!” Julie cried out. She ran over and kissed him, followed by Carol, and Christine. Emily gave him a kiss on the cheek. Kara patted him fondly on the cheek, as did Leanne. Lizzie gave him a rather stiff kiss on the cheek and then went to Boris and kissed him on the lips.“Everybody, we have a guest,” he said and introduced Donna as a newspaper reporter he had met through work who had become a friend of his.“You’ll stay for lunch, won’t you.