The lights were dim so I gave the young one five more years just for the hell of it. That made her late twentyish."Preacher this is Selma and Tommie, ...adies this is the preacher I told you about." Uncle Deacon nobody has called me preacher since I got home. I wish you would stop it." The women laughed."Especially when meeting two women," she smiled at me knowingly. She was also the older of the women. Since it was a table nobody was paired up. I spent most of the time engaging the younger woman. .not even pretty!" she tried to tell me "This may be your personal opinion, but my opinion happens to be totally different! I find you extremely sexy and very pretty. I'm sorry if my father can't appreciate that, I really am! Just please let things be the way they are. OK?" My mother put her head down and said "I guess there's nothing I can do about it!" she lifted her head up again and added "OK son, keep on jerking off and dreaming of me if you like!" and she left my room.. Inside, I burned with desire. Then I let all that drift away. This was Sarah. A sweet and young little lady, I’ve known, since she was…well I’ve known her forever. Let’s put it that way. Then I had an idea. It was a great idea or so I thought. I got out my cell phone. I pushed down my pants. I spread out my legs. I took a picture and then uploaded it to the computer. I thought about it. I thought about it some more. Then I did it. “Sarah. Would you like to see mine?” I wrote. A couple hours. Do you have anything at all for it? The auditions are in four weeks.”John said again gazing at her, “I tink so, Carol – it would be a shame if anyone utter dan you, played Belle. Let me go look.” Now, he was humming the melody to ‘Gaston’ while he went to the back. He yelled while he was looking, “Randall, de Beast or Gaston ... which a dose would ya prefer?”“Off the top of my head, I’d say the Beast, but I like the songs Gaston sings better – I’d take either chance to see this ‘piece of.