She handed me the cast list, already typed up. I scowled at her. She shrugged and handed me an alternate version with the roles reversed. She’d have...handed me whichever was my decision. I shook my head and tore up the alternate. “Post it. I’m ready to go home.”Othello got great reviews and ran two more nights in the second week than we normally run a show with Tuesday and Wednesday performances. James did end up sleeping with ‘the little blonde’ but I investigated and found out she’d initiated. Music seemed to flow from every direction. Back-to-back I heard "All the Young Girls Love Alice," "YMCA," "Lola," and "Walk on the Wild Side." But the most boisterous reaction came when strains of "It's Raining Men" lilted through Washington Square Park. Men, both young and old, razor thin and portly, formed a conga line, skipping and prancing around the iconic fountain to the adulation of on-lookers. It was a hot, humid day, so how so many men could cavort about in leather attire was beyond. I inched a little further as my right hand could reach the curtain. Then my hand shot it back and my eyes viewed a naked twenty-something brunette with medium sized boobs washing herself with her back to me.Her head turned and her eyes came to me. "I thought you'd never get up." Her body turned and her hands seized my right hand.She yanked me right in there with her and immediately super glued her lips to mine. Her hands made their way onto my butt as a ten second make out session. He'd quickly backed off when he'd found out that the Barrow Group was involved."Just make sure you don't decide to go anywhere," said Strauss. "You and your wife are in big trouble and fleeing will only make it worse."Ken and David stood and left. There was no shaking of hands."I can't wait to see the look on that fucker's face when he hears about the videos," muttered David once they were downstairs."He is kind of a prick," nodded Ken.The two had shaken hands and gone their separate ways. Ken.