’ I still couldn’t believe what I knew was coming. ‘What were you going to ask me, though?’ I said. ‘Well,’ she said, obviously trying to ...ather up the nerve, ‘Can you and I… as friends… I mean… can I, maybe… suck your dick? Just to see what it’s like?’ Oh jeez. This was insane. Could friends just give friends blowjobs? There was no way we could do this and keep the friendship as we knew it intact. Then again, she had already crossed a line just suggesting such a thing, and there was no way. He'd noticed the review of my Turandot gig and congratulated me. He also told me he was working on what a few days ago I would have thought was a real coup—Schaunard, the number two baritone in La Boheme but with a name and a few actually pretty good stage moments—with one of the second-level, but still good, European companies.I stopped him before he got very far along, though, and told him about Tosca."Nick, you're dreaming," he said gently. "That's Camilla St. John and Mario Minaghieri, and. Their olderbrother." Hi. I'm Lisa. I came with my mom. She's friends with Tom." Tom is our Uncle. What school do you go to?" Central. You?" St. Mikes over on Edison." I hear they have great dances there on the weekends." You've never been to one!?" Not yet." Well, let me help you cure that problem! Let me take you to the Fridaynight dance." I'd like that!" Lets use the pool," he said, and took me by the hand.He and I spent most of the rest of the afternoon together after I changedback into my. . even to marry me if I asked her. And now she was throwing me out like yesterday's trash.Patty had warned that Kristen's ego was fragile, but did this excuse her for this kind of behavior?I had a few people tell me a week or so ago that they never wanted to piss me off. I was thinking that even without tickets, Kristen was somebody you didn't want to piss off, either. I was dealing with a totally different power, one that Kristen had an entire life to deal with.Patty came back. "Jim, it's bad..