I'm worried that I'm not worrying, actually! You know that's not like me." What, you, get nervous? No!" I know! What is this?" Arlene laughed."If you ...et into Juilliard ... I should say, after you get into Juilliard, that's your first choice, right?" Yeah. And you're going to Wexford ... when you get in?" Probably." Why didn't you audition at Juilliard?" I don't know. I want to be further away from home. You know how my dad is. I'd have to live at home, and I need to get away. So I didn't even. I was now fully relaxed as if my body needed this fuck. I arched my back and gave his cock access to stimulate other parts of my rectum. He was very verbal, saying how tight I was and how great it felt on his cock.He leaned over me and I could feel his furry chest on my back. My cock was throbbing and leaking precum. He pulled on my nipples and massaged the back of my neck; fuck, I was in heaven. He pushed me flat on the bed and started fucking me very hard. Again, the change in position gave. I get woken up by the sound of the telephone. I stand up barely able to even understand what is going on. Proceeding to the phone I grab it and groggily say, ‘Hello?’ On the other end of the line I hear my wife saying, ‘Remember when you said the door was still open to work things out?’ I’m now getting very confused and saying to myself ‘What the hell she is up to calling me at 3:00 a.m. with that fucking question.’ I decide to answer the question with a simple answer. I say, ‘Yes I do. “What was that all about?”“Oh,” Nikkie replied, “that was just Maggie being aclown. She’s a big clown.”I suspected there might be more to it than that but Ididn’t say anything.***I took her to a small Italian restaurant on the NorthEnd. Sotavento’s, a dim quiet place on Pearl Streetthat served the best spaghetti and meatballs in thecity. Nikkie was delighted by the place, she’d neverknown it existed, and she was just as crazy.