What is the show?" It's performance art ... otherwise known as a sex show ... I hear it's hot and lots better than watching porn!" Jeff's relief was h...uge! Now they could enjoy everything they had talked about, in a beautiful setting with these people who thought like they did.Well, not all of them. The athletic looking woman and her husband looked like an argument was brewing. She was standing by the table and he looked disappointed. In another minute, she walked away and he got up and followed. " I don't think you really understand my urgency... "Or for the ... thrashin' parties..." I have no idea what a thrashin' party is... "Nope..." I don't know what that is, but it wouldn't keep me from you... Diana turned around to face Charles. "Or ... for the walkin' out together..." Nooo..." he said softly and deeply.She put her hands on his shoulders. "Then so much the worse for you, Charles Richards, for I feel the same way about it myself!" Come and get me, sexy man... She smiled widely and. Did Mitch love me? Yes,unquestionably. Did I want to remain a woman? Yes, I thought I did, butMitch said he didn?t care if I was his wife or his husband. He wanted meeither way. Did I want to be his husband? No, I didn?t. I really didn?t.Did I want to be his wife? I thought I might. I thought I did. I thoughtI most definitely did. I wanted it a lot. An awful lot. I wanted it morethan anything. Yes! I wanted to be Mitch?s wife. I knew it for sure,now, but... where the heck was Mitch! I wanted to. Our kisses certainly were gathering intensity as were others in the crowd. I half-wondered if a huge orgy might erupt! Bolero is powerful music and Murphy… well, she’s more intoxicating than the wine. We left the park and went to our hotel. Passion was on hold for a few minutes because we both had to pee but I had champagne sent up from Room Service. The delivery guy looked young and virile but I gave Murphy a look that told her in no uncertain terms that she was all mine this night. If she was.