“Guess so. You guys coming to the big show at school. I’m working the spotlights up in the balcony.” Rigby smiled. “That’s a good job, but t...he ninth grader that was doing it broke his leg.”“A cast of thousands, eh?” said his father with a laugh.“I think so. Both glee clubs and the band. Wait’ll you see the set. It’s wild when it’s all lit up.”The next Saturday, with Christmas only a week away, Rigby had just about finished his collecting except for one customer who never paid on time and. Flying was not my favorite thing, so sleeping on the flight was something I looked forward to.After I settled in my first-class seat, a late arriving passenger took the seat next to me. He was a very handsome man and appeared to be my dads age. We exchange pleasantries, as the steward brought me a blanket. I made myself comfortable preparing for a nice sleep. Soon I was fast asleep.I was dreaming about Mrs. Jorgenson going down on me when I felt a hand between my legs. Wow, this was a realistic. "She pushed open the door and turned on the light. "Yes, a nice size bedroom. And this is the closet?" Yes, this room is the mirror image of this one over here."I led her into my office. She looked around carefully, verifying its layout to the other one. Slowly she turned and retreated into the living room.I said, "Excuse me. I hope you don't mind if I sit for a bit. I'm having a few problems with my legs." No, no, I don't mind." Won't you sit a while?"She didn't directly respond but sank into. Tim McNish ever come to visit you? Boy's a good carpenter." You know I'm not going to tell you who comes to my bed. That's my business, but I think I am going to have to go down to Georgetown for the winter again. It'll be December soon." Damn hard, Annie. Thought with the stove, you could stay," Beall said, shaking his head. "Say, did you ever know a young whore name of Joan Suede down there, the Swede some call her?" What's that to you? Think of taking your trade elsewhere? I'm not good.