I didn't know they made them to hide so efficiently. It was a pleasant surprise.Yvonne pulled from our kissing. I could see it in her eyes and feel it...through our link: it was time to start removing clothes. She pulled up and my shirt was off. I reached down and started fumbling with her skirt, but without seeing what I was doing, I couldn't tell if there was a zipper, a series of buttons or what. She turned around in my arms and let me see what I was doing. Her skirt hit the floor. Her panties. Although I went through the graduation ceremonies of my senior year I was informed by the headmaster of my school that if I did not go through the summer courses to get a passing grade in my math I would not get my diploma. In other words I had to go to summer school while all my other friends were going on vacation I was stuck in class with several other students who had had less than desirable grades. I was the only one who was a senior with no diploma. At the time I was what my guidance. "I got her point. I was used to coming on as a comprimario, a second banana. But Scarpia wasn't a comprimario, he was a star—both in the opera itself and in his fictitious life. I nodded to her, went back out, and we did the whole thing again. This time I didn't just walk in, I strode in as she hammered out my signature music on the piano and mentally took command of the room as I did."That's it!" she enthused. "That's the Scarpia who beat me up in the audition yesterday! You can't just play. " Then maybe you should have this conversation with Brandon, not me."Kasey sighed and took a deep breath. "I want Brandon to make me a woman after the prom."Don's jaw dropped. Of all the things Kasey could have been talking about, this was one he would never have bet on."I thought this was your birthday present, not his," Don said, covering his surprise with an attempt at levity."I guess that depends on how you look at things." Okay, Kasey. Are you sure? I mean you've only been dating Brandon.