“Penetrate the defense ... don’t let anything stop me. I CAN do it!”“Yes! Yes!” Kathy responded, and then broke character. “Wait, no. This... just doesn’t feel right, does it?”Rob turned back to her, also out of character. “No. Who wrote this crap?”Kathy slumped back onto her chair. “Probably Avery,” she said, referring to their acting teacher.They called it a night, agreeing to think of different motivations before they met again in a couple of days. They had just over a week before they had to. Didn’t every guy love being in any woman? And after her orgasm, after any one of her orgasms, it was only reasonable that she should love him, too. Even when she was dancing in his masterful arms, it wasn’t unreasonable to love him. The rest of the time, though, she should think of him as only a quite satisfactory sex partner.The problem was that he was more than that. He was admirable as a parent, entertaining as a conversationalist, endearingly vulnerable when he blamed himself for the. That enraptured feeling was even more enhanced by the night’s final song. That final performance involved all of the choir, and Jessie in particular, in a very special, but not totally unexpected, way.That final song of the night was introduced by Jessie and she happily revealed to the crowd that it had been written and arranged by Jock Ramsden and Marleen Greaves but that was not the only thing the fifteen year old girl revealed to the crowd!When the choir came on for their first bracket of. He had his back to me by then so I don't know if it phased him but it must have given him a clear message not to try anything fancy."Nice anklet," He said."Mmmm, my husband bought it." Is he the guy who's running late?"She gave him a long look."That's not the most entertaining small talk," she said. "It might make me think you wanted to do something my husband wouldn't approve of. Have you had a problem with husbands before?"She's showing off, I thought, she's telling me she's not a pushover—.