Rossini loved doing stuff like that.After the first run-through, the Maestro asked Hae-Won and I to change seats and then had me turn slightly toward ...the audience so the sound of my cello would carry better. After the next try, somebody stood up in the back row and said, "Much better, Curtis. That was beautiful." It was stone-faced Mr. Conrad from the board. Apparently he often attended rehearsals to critique the performances. Only later did I learn that he was a highly respected musicologist. She pulled him closer with both hands so as not to chance loosing a drop. Their underworld coupling complete she savored the feeling as her hunger finally dissipated.She opened her mouth to release him from her outwardly grasp. She felt his cock relieve itself from her throat and his still swollen head drag across her tongue. She swirled around his head as he departed, savoring his taste. Her mind now returning to the real world, her body traveling down from her artificial plateau, she stood. Of course Douglas and Mike did recall seeing her at the same Golf Tournament, just as I had. Regretfully that particular competition had been held about fifty miles away from our home town, so she -- and her husband -- could live almost anywhere.Actually the odds were Rivers had brought his companion to that particular Hotel because the home she shared with her spouse was a long way away. Rivers himself lived some considerable distance away, in another district.My four dining companions (for. She's lying to both of us, and cheating on me. We have to accept that fact and determine what to do now."Then my cell phone rang! I knew who it was before I even looked at my phone. It was Natalie. I didn't want her to know that Brook and I knew where she was and what she was doing. At least not before I could decide on a course of action."Hello, Natalie," I answered as calmly as I could."Hey, Sweetheart!" bubbled Natalie. "How did the game go? I'm dying to find out who won." The game? We won.