"I haven't ever worn high heels," I whispered. "I'll bust my ankle insome of those." Don't be ridiculous," Gina grinned. "Your legs will look fabulous... inthem. We suffer for our fashion. You'll start with the lower, blockierheels and work up. Before long you'll be strutting in them like a pro." As short as some of the skirts are that you picked, I might get arrestedas a pro," I scoffed."No worries," she kissed me. "You won't be standing on any streetcorners."Last stop was a make-up counter. Gina. Tosca starts from the wings; she gave my hand a last squeeze, and began singing: "Mario, Mario!"—amusingly his character's first name was the same as our tenor's—and she made her entrance. There was a quick burst of applause as she did, but Gerry refused to defer to it and it quickly subsided.My God, I thought idly, suppose opera audiences started to adopt the same etiquette, or lack of it, as rock audiences. They'd scream and scream for her and every note she sang would be unheard. Opera by. “Oh my! You got hard again!” Aaron snapped out of his trance and hurried to hide his erection. Ariel pulled his hands away. “Don’t block it! I wanna see!” and she tugged off his boxers so fast he had no time to react. His erection now stood tall in front of his sister. Bright red and swollen. Ariel giggled. “Wonder why it gets like this?” she thought out loud. “No idea. It gets like this when I think of your body.” Aaron blurted. “Really? That’s funny! But I wonder why it needs to be hard. She laughed drily. "You could at least wear your bloody own lingerie!" "I do mostly!" I answered, a little indignantly.Aren't you going to open that beer?" she said. "It must be getting warmby now! And I think I need one as well. But in my case, I'll have a largegin and tonic."I hurried to comply with her suggestion. To my mind, the worst was overand I was already thinking of the long-term effects of my exposure. Whatwould she do? How would she behave towards me from now on? I couldn'timagine.