I know you want to.’ He pulled the shirt off and I felt my breasts spring free. He touched them softly, as if he expected me to slap his hands away.... I moaned and closed my eyes. Part of it was for effect, but part of it was honest pleasure. ‘Oh God,’ he said. ‘Kiss my nipples,’ I said. ‘Go on. Lick them and suck on them.’ He did as I instructed, cautiously at first, but then with more vigor. I felt his hand wander up my leg. I spread my legs apart and eased my hips forward. His fingers grazed. Beth and Cindy were perfect.Beth's version of I Remember was even more moving than it had been in rehearsals, Cindy got through The Boy From... without a hitch and the crowd loved it.Even Greg was on his game, making it through the show without stammering or dropping any lines. All in all, a great opening night, even if some of the audience looked like they hadn't understood what was going on.Backstage after the show Beth came running up. "Tommy, I did it!" Of course you did! Never a doubt!" I. I’m teary eyed from what has happened, however I cover his ears from hearing what is still going on amongst us. We hide there until the dark night falls victim to the sunlight and then I fall asleep, to only awaken with confusion and blood pulsing anger for what has happened. The images of my wife being ripped from my hand causes me to pond the dirt as her scent still lingers on the sleeves of my shirt that she was fighting so desperately to hold onto. I allow my pride to take a back seat and. He shook my hand and gave Cheyenne a little hug, saying, “Hey, short stuff, ain’t seen you in a while. I hear this guy (nodding toward me) has kicked me out of first place on your favorites list.”“You wish! What makes you think you were ever on the list? Don’t you think you’re a bit old for a high school girl?”“Hey, a guy can dream.”“You just here visiting your old man, or are you up to some new mischief?”He held up his right hand and swore, “I’m on my best behavior. I’ll be helpin’ Dad with.