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The cold toilet was no longer deterrence. He instantly took off his shorts and sat back on the toilet rubbing his cock now with his usual right hand. Normally, he would take out enough toilet paper and lay it down to catch the fruits of his labor. There was no thought this time. Instinct had taken over and he wanted to come as fast as possible. It did not take long either. After several strokes of his hand he knew he was close. When it first hit him, the ejaculation felt stronger than ever. He was actually afraid it may hit the decorative towel hanging on towel rack on the wall in front of him. He didn't care. The sensation he was feeling was more than he had ever felt before. With one final stroke from the head to the base he completely erupted. The white semen literally spurted further than he had ever seen. It did not hit the towel, but it did make it all the way to the wall. As he leaned back, he could see low on the wall three large wet spots of white cum dripping down about to reach the baseboard.
He wanted to go ahead and clean it up quickly; but he needed another minute to rest. He actually leaned back and closed his eyes. Then it hit him. Was she doing the same thing? He quickly grabbed toilet paper and ran to the wall. He wiped the mess up and while doing so put his ear to the wall. He was now standing there naked below the waist with his cock still slightly erect. He listened for a little bit longer, yet ultimately heard nothing but silence. He anticipated doing this again tomorrow morning. He thought to himself that tomorrow he would instantly come in here afterward and listen to see if he could hear her. If she was masturbating he might hear her moaning or perhaps even having an orgasm. He figured he could always jack off with his ear against the wall.
I took a walk after breakfast. There was still no word from Liz despite a couple of texts from me. Apart from some fresh air I also needed to clear my head. The last twenty-four hours seemed to have been one long fuck-fest, not that I was complaining. Amy had been insatiable. I had never met anyone like her before.After her spanking I had fucked her over the table; still using the hairbrush on her thigh as I tugged on her hair. She screamed all the way through it. Then she took me to her room...
IncestAftermath by Nicole Larson My head was pounding–absolutely pounding–when I woke up. A spear of sunlight had shot through an errant slat in my vertical blinds and lanced right into my eye, waking me up. The pain was close to unbearable, but I didn’t have the strength to stand, or even move, other than to drape a hand over my eyes. I told myself to go back to sleep. Too early to deal with a hangover, especially one of the epic proportions this one seemed to be taking on. It was as I was falling...
Sunday – the aftermath I woke up Monday morning after a long night of dreams. The front of my underwear wet and sticky. Wet dreams, like a teenager. At least I was lucky in my dreams. Reality was a frustrating bitch. My dreams starting coming back to me. I could see Mrs. Richards under me. I remember taking pleasure watching my dick push those big lips apart and then slide all the way in. She was tight and moaning. I doubt the dream was a long one. In any case, now I needed a shower and fresh...
Jock Tales---The AftermathI head back to the showers after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty quick. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the official party will be down at the diner, and mom said they would have extra help for the expected crowd. By the time I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the field to get my lil bro. He and his three mgr buddies, along with some other volunteers were busy in the stands picking up the trash left behind. I...
Sunday - the aftermath I woke up Monday morning after a long night of dreams. The front of my underwear wet and sticky. Wet dreams, like a teenager. At least I was lucky in my dreams. Reality was a frustrating bitch. My dreams starting coming back to me. I could see Mrs. Richards under me. I remember taking pleasure watching my dick push those big lips apart and then slide all the way in. She was tight and moaning. I doubt the dream was a long one. In any case, now I needed a shower and fresh...
ReluctanceMy First Time Dressed as a Girl,(PT 2) Aftermath Hi Reposting an account of how I got started XXXdressing so that the first month is properly documented because it was what set my behavior for the next three decades).(The events of this story are true and reflect what happened thirty years ago the first time I went all out and dressed as a female. The conversations in it may not be completely accurate, as this was a long time ago, but are as accurate as my memory of these past events can...
It was about ten in the morning and I had just woken. I was lying in bed trying to let my eyes focus after waking from a deep sleep. I noticed there is a crack of sunlight sneaking through the blackout curtains. It was refracting against the cut glass ceiling fixture making the light burst into a thousand colors. I could hear Ann breathing rhythmically beside me. She doesn't snore, she purrs, unlike me. I can wake the dead when I cut loose. Thinking to myself, as I gently pulled down the covers...
Group SexSometimes we do things that have no rhyme or reason. We just do it without thinking. My name is Jillian Springston and I and my family live in a small town in Southern Indiana. If there were such a magazine called the "All American family", the four of us could well be on the cover. By the four of us, I refer to myself and my husband of nineteen years Jake; my daughter Lisa and my son Brian,who just graduated from high school this past June. I of course am on the high end of thirty something,...
Chapter 16: Aftermath Toppsy and Lulu awoke in their quarters. They had both been dressed in light pink panties, and a matching negligee, which covered most of their prodigious breasts. As both of the blonde dancers arose from the beds and stretched their limbs, they looked at each other somewhat quizzically. "What's the matter, Lulu?" asked Toppsy. "I don't know. You look...different...somehow today." "I was just thinking the same thing about you, but I can't put my finger on it."...
Chapter 11: Aftermath After being spun completely around on Rhiannon's massive cock, Barocca had finally had enough. Her tortured body could take no more, and she was nearly u*********s. By now, Rhiannon's pillar of flesh was fully supporting Barocca, and was the only thing keeping her upright. Rhiannon stood up, and now Barocca was supported on Rhiannon's cock in a horizontal position, like some obscene shisk-a-bob. Across the room, Calista's communicator made a series of beeping noises. ...
I wrote this one, thinking about what the future of one of the Old Man's "customers" might be, after he was done with them. SRU: Aftermath By Morpheus I remember it starting with that store. I had been going through the mall, when a store caught my eye. The name written out clearly above in a sign said Spells R Us. Shrugging, I went inside, thinking that with a name like that, they ought to be selling something like D&D stuff or magic tricks. Either way, I...
This story is part of the continuing adventures of Katie and Jeanette, two college-age witches. They are now members of the Mu Phi sorority, and use their powers to help the girls. To fully understand the story, you should read "The Consequences of Date Rape", archived at fictionmania. I've tried to make this story stand-alone, but as a sequel, it really helps if you read its predecessor. The story of Katie, Jeanette, and the Mu Phi sorority is open, should someone wish to...
Were-Wench: Aftermath By Ellie Dauber Copyright, 1999 Authors note: Some people were nice enough to ask what happened to Marya and Mike after "Were-Wench". I guess after playing with the story for some 10 years, I wasn't quite ready to give them up. ****************** It was about four in the afternoon when the phone rang. "Ryan here," I said. The voice on the other end was very familiar, and very, very sexy. "Mike," she said in a half-whispered growl. "This is Marya. Are you...
WITCH CHRONICLES 13: AFTERMATH By JRD Lois and her two "sisters" walked into the bar. Even though she and one of her siblings were obviously too young to drink, no one in the bar cared enough to run them away. They sat at a table, and a woman who might have been pretty when younger came up and asked, "What'll you have?" Lois said, "Scotch." The woman nodded to Lois's sisters. "And them?" The two had already started fondling each other. "They'll entertain themselves." The...
The Day Tucker Became His Sister - Aftermath By Wolverine Six months after Peter and Dash defeated the Entity, life around Tucker's house had finally come as close to normal as it would ever be. Nothing would ever be the same as before, but no one could expect that. Tucker finally accepted the death of his father, who had died at his hands. Fear still possessed much of him though. Tucker knew that somewhere within him were a mindless slut and an agent of darkness. Whitney, or...
A Brief History of the Events Leading up to and Following What Is Now Referred to As The Sssification of the White Man In late 2012, the world changed thanks to a great man. Evil, yes. Misguided, probably. Dr. Omar Bell is not a good man, but he is a great one. He is so great, in fact, that he completely altered the course of history. No other man, villain or hero, can claim to have changed the world as much. As everyone knows by this point, Dr. Bell (a...
Why I Became a Man: The Aftermath By Heather St. Claire TO: Robin Bryson, CEO FROM: Dr. Emilio Sanchez, Medical Director DATE: February 23, 2090 RE: Resignation Robin, please consider this memo to be my resignation from the Body Exchange Institute, effective two weeks from today. I can no longer be part of an organization I cannot ethically support. In all of our promotional materials, we claim to be dedicated to the highest standards of client care. That claim seems especially...
Chapter 18 - Aftermath By Monica Rose and Marina Kelly Proofread by: Qmodo Leslie watched the elder Kaylock be loaded into the ambulance with mixed emotions. The paramedics could not tell her much about his chances though, she would have to speak with the doctors at the hospital. The man's entitled attitude had made him unlikeable, but seeing anyone injured always bothered her. It was one of the reasons she had pursued law enforcement as a career. Ron found himself handcuffed...
HistoricalAftermath By Ellie Dauber © 2015 This story is based on a Lorna Samuels caption. Thanks, Lorna, for this one and for all your great work. This story first appeared (and can still be found) in the "Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes Mixed Tape." I'm posting it separately, with Jenny North's permission. There was no mention of the story in any of the reviews of that Mixed Tape, and I'd like to see what people thought of it. I thank Jenny for the opportunity to be part of her Mixed Tape and...
Aftermathby Nicole LarsonMy head was pounding--absolutely pounding--when I woke up. A spear of sunlight had shot through an errant slat in my vertical blinds and lanced right into my eye, waking me up. The pain was close to unbearable, but I didn't have the strength to stand, or even move, other than to drape a hand over my eyes. I told myself to go back to sleep. Too early to deal with a hangover, especially one of the epic proportions this one seemed to be taking on. It was as I was falling...
LesbianRopemaker Aftermath ( RopemakerStory III)by C The band of fifty or so fairieshad waited at the northern border of the kingdom for three days. Likeall fairy military personnel, they wore uniforms: a shift, sleevelessbut with epaulettes, along with the usual panties and pumps, all matchingtheir hair.A messenger reported to the commandress, a strong-featured fairy withsilver tresses: "No word yet, Mistress."The commandress turned to her officers. "Your assessment?""They've been caught most likely,...
--- I Dream of Demie 23 - The Aftermath (MF, magic, mc, nc) by Krosis of the Collective --- I floated in darkness, disembodied, bereft of myself. Demie and I had been forced to kiss by the mind control power of her brother, Eros, who had somehow been trapped in a Playstation 4 as the video game Eroji. Someone was screaming. I couldn't hear it so much as feel it. Anger...no, anguish. If I still had my heart, it would hurt to hear this sound. It was Demie! I had never heard her like that...
"Okay everyone, listen up." Sergeant Budzinski's voice echoed in the large room as he stepped off of the transporter pad. "I need all of the sponsors to collect their concubine's ID cards, make a list of dependents under fourteen that are to be picked up, and detail everyone's medical needs." Private Williams approached Budzinski juggling an armful of the ship's PDA units. "If each of you sponsors will use one of these handheld pads then processing the lists will be easier and faster....
A Swingers Aftermath (The morning after a dog had fucked me) I sat in the kitchen, feeling so bad at 9am, nursing a hangover and sipping coffee, Carol then quietly came in too, pouring herself a coffee from the pot and she sat down. She didn't speak for ages, but then, looking closely at my face, she looked around theatrically, touched my hand gently and asked in a low confidential tone something on the lines of, 'How I was feeling about it now, the next day.' When I started to mention my...
John had called Victor, who had called his friends at the nearby forest service station. Victor had persuaded his friends to loan his son, John, a four door Jeep Cherokee to go up the logging road. Victor had convinced his friends in the forest service by reporting that a five year old was missing on the mountain. A Search and Rescue operation takes time to organize. Victor had urged preemptive action by letting John, Seth, and Udit use the Jeep to start the search on the logging roads. Seth...
Janey, Julie, and Sir – The discussion and the aftermath – From The Upgrade [Reader beware: Intense sexual action.] After Natasha and Eddie left for home, Julie explains her love of Eddies bottom, with Janey’s assistance. Stroke, FFM, Incest, sisters, water sports, anal I was in the shower, relishing in the warm water, when I was joined by the sisters. I decided then to ask Julie about her infatuation with Eddie’s, and before that, Kitten’s, ass parts. I told her what I noticed when she was...
Friday, April 8, 2005 (Continued) and a look forward. [I'll jump ahead to describe the aftermath of the latest jock stupidity. I won't bother describing the rest of the crap that went on regarding Biff#4. Especially with the school's strong encouragement that the police do so, Biff#4 was arrested, charged and convicted. Most importantly for Julia and me, he was also expelled, so there was one less violent moron in school. By the time I graduated in just over a year - I had no doubt I'd...
Hector and Juan grabbed me and held me tight, as Tito game over and tore the blouse open popping all of the buttons off. He found the recording devices and ripped them off me, but kept them active. Then he undid my bra and took it off me exposing my bare breast. The Bar Adventure Aftermath – Coerced into the Sex Trade It’s been some time since I wrote a story. This occurred right after “My Bar Adventure” story. I didn’t write about it earlier because it was a very...
Sex With StrangerThis story is Fiction and no names or cities are meant to be real. Any actual resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is copyright 2003 by Jerrie526. Power Fluctuations ? Aftermaths By Jerrie526 (NCNS) Big River, CO - The nation has held it's breath waiting for the outcome of the highly publicized lawsuit trial for the twelve individuals involved in the now famous body-swap incident last year using Magnatronics, Inc MagGen power...
At true story of the first time I discovered gloryholes! Men have been sucking my cock since I was 18. Completely consensual, I swear I was never ABUSED! What teenager doesn’t want a blow job? At 21 or so, I sucked my first cock. It was in an adult book store video booth. I loved it, and I kept coming back for more, both giving and receiving. One day, I went into a new book store in a nearby town. Not knowing the routine here, I just watched the other patrons. There seemed to be a few...
Location: University of Kansas, Lawrence, Kansas, 1981.In early May of that year, I packed up my papers and cleaned out my desk for the summer break. Having just finished my second year of teaching world history at the University. I was 27 years old that summer and was feeling pretty good. I’d done my time teaching high school while I worked on my Masters. But after getting my master's degree, I'd finally landed a job in Kansas. I'd gotten two raises, and things were looking great. The pay was...
“She’s my friend,” Freddy reacted when Joe told her about Rachel. “I thought she was more Sam’s friend,” Joe responded. “Too much alike.” “Her conscience, too?” he asked, referring to what she did for her twin sister. “Hardly,” she replied not quite amused, but lighter. “She’d definitely tell me to mind my business.” “You know I didn’t actually...” “I don’t know if it makes a difference. And you wanted to.” He could only shrug. “Harriet,” she muttered to herself. “I thought she was a...
During Christmas break, Freddy proved to be Joe’s muse. That break seemed to open the floodgates of creativity, and Joe completed Dreamscape, his series of dreamlike sketches. They would read his dialogues fresh off the typewriter. And she would sketch what would become backgrounds for the scenes. And the collaboration helped excuse them being in his bedroom together, for her parents and his father. His mother knew what would go on, either at the beginning or the end, and often both, during...
The show went well. Better than Joe probably saw it, cringing at every mistake. Nothing anyone in the audience would see, it seemed. Their reaction gave him the view he needed to realize his success. A standing ovation. A couple people he knew who tended to react unfiltered to things. His sister. “Wow,” she said. Joe got a lot of that. He did get a view after. Joanne used connections to get competent videographers to record it, and even a local director of commercials to edit it. It wasn’t...
That summer became the beginning of both Eddie’s and Joe’s careers. It could have said to have been their senior year, when their talent lured Joanne to them. But the summer was like the start of consciousness of a child, where memory begins, while before that they had been infants and babies. Forming, but not quite whole yet. Joe actually moved in with Joanne. Became surrogate father to her precocious, angelic kids. He would watch them while he typed. On a fancy IBM Selectric she bought for...
Joe hardly remembered passing out in his bed. Somehow he managed to at least set his alarm clock. His head throbbed slightly from the wine and pot. Putting his pants on over his boxers, his t shirt on, he made his way down to the dining area. Melissa, the pretty student workshop assistant met him with a chuckle. “Bedhead,” she explained. He shrugged and got coffee and juice and a small bowl of oatmeal, sweetening it with honey. Nodding at the few fellow workshoppers there, he sat beside...
After dropping Dolores and Moe off at the Des Moines airport, gaining a lingering kiss from both of them, and sighs, he drove east to Chicago. He had tapes to drop off. His to the performance and film curator at the Chicago Art Institute and to a woman who had a space used by itinerant and traveling avant-garde groups. The latter, a very pretty dark haired Jewess probably about the same age as Joanne, and in fact they had met in college at Northwestern, invited him to dinner after he handed...
By the time Joe arrived at Joanne’s house, it was late. After setting his bags in his room, he checked on Joanne. His best friend slept with her. A tangled sheet covered her waist and only one leg of Eddie. Joe couldn’t help glancing at Eddie’s penis, looking a little crusty and tired, the way he felt. Joe sighed. It seemed to awaken Joanne, even though he’d kept it quiet. She smiled at him. He watched her beautiful mature body carefully rise off the bed. She put on a white terry cloth robe...
They headed to New York City on Wednesday, Joe, Eddie and Cheryl, a couple boxes of singles carefully packed with them. Though relatively old songs, they remained the best of Eddie so far. And they had the better sounding tape from the Longhorn. Several copies. First stop the overpriced Holiday Inn in Midtown. Two queen sized beds. Joe still hadn’t told Joanne about Moe. As far as Cheryl went, she told Joanne she had a friend she would stay with. Just not that it would be Joe’s friend. Moe...
“Morning,” Moe smiled when Joe awoke. Whispered. Nigella remained asleep. “You got more of that?” he responded gruffly, his throat not quite ready to talk. “Here,” she smiled, handing him her mug. She liked it black. He didn’t but nevertheless sipped. One more sip cleared his palate enough to pull her into a kiss. Hands slid beneath her light cotton robe, around her nakedness. He pressed his hardness against her stomach. She pulled away and took his hand, leading him to the bathroom. She...
Joe awoke to a door knock. The guy must have been gay not reacting to Moe looking sexy in a familiar robe. He placed the covered dishes on a table. He thanked her for signing what must have been a substantial tip added to the bill. When he left, Joe asked, “Where’s Nigella?” “Shower.” He heard it. “Of course. Sorry about last night.” She shrugged. “Did you have fun?” “I’m not sure how to answer that to the woman I love.” “The truth?” “It was fun. And educational for Eddie....
The valet fetched the Cadillac, and left it where the taxis lined up despite the business of a Friday evening. Joe tipped him well for the generous inconvenience. It took a good fifteen minutes before the rest of the group joined them. Manhattan Joe thought would be one place he would never mind waiting. The city never stopped thrilling him. People bustling. Even at night. World famous and breathtaking towers of concrete and steel looming nearby. Wrapping his arms around Moe from behind, he...
The pounding on the door startled Joe awake. The setting sun confused him. He bounced out of bed, wearing boxers and a t shirt, and opened the door. Joanne bowed in front of him. He pulled her in. Kissed her. Morning breath be damned. She didn’t mind. “Get naked,” he told her. “Here?” “Now!” “But Eddie...” “Fuck Eddie.” “I’d rather fuck you,” she said, unbuttoning her blouse. “I know.” He knelt. Pulled down her pants. Tasted her. “You’re dripping, you slut,” he smiled up at her...
“Want me to go?” Moira asked, stepping in front of Nigella. Afraid of Joe’s answer. As she stood in the hotel room unexpectedly. With Cheryl sitting behind him at their impromptu desk. Cheryl, whom he fucked to soreness, in both holes, not long before. And Joanna, his other woman lounging in bed. “Why would I want that?” he asked sincerely. “I’m sorry for being a complete dickhead.” “Apology accepted,” she smiled. And relaxed. A little. “And in case it makes any difference, I still love...
Joe awoke surrounded by beautiful women. One happened to be sucking him. Cheryl’s eyes glinted mischievously. His dream had reflected reality. And it became a wet dream in reality. “Cheryl!” had been her only warning. The first shot surprised her. Her mouth separated from his cock in order to swallow so that his cock resembled a geyser. She gamely finished the several spurts left. He pulled her atop him. Sperm breathe meeting morning breath. Neither of them cared, though they kept tongues...
“So Eddie and Rachel,” Joe sighed, discussing the complication of the surprise visit to New York from his least favorite hometown girl. The morning after her invasion. In Joanne’s hotel room. “And Cheryl and Mary,” Nigella added. “Eddie with three girls? I don’t know if he could handle that.” “You just handled four,” Moe pointed out. “Oh yeah,” he smirked. “Dickhead,” both Moe and Nigella said. Joanna wouldn’t dare, but she laughed. And nodded. “But,” Nigella hesitated. “What?” he...
After the WBAI performance, Moira finally talked to Joe when he came to help her with her drum kit. “When you’re done dropping off everyone, return my dad’s car to his garage. You’ll help me get my drums out and stored. Then we’re done.” “You sure?” he asked. “Snorting coke this morning? Shooting dope? Yeah, we’re done.” “You really don’t love me.” “Fuck you.” “I’m not a junkie. I’m not a coke head. I am experimenting.” “I hate your experiments.” “And I hate your demands. Doesn’t love...
By the time Joe flew out of New York, he still didn’t understand his relationship with Moe. She had broken up with him twice, and yet they bounced back together as if strung by rubber bands, their impacts that much stronger, at least in the bedroom. The ecstatic afternoon in her borrowed apartment after the first break. The night of pleasure he brought her after the second. A night he thought he’d shared a literal and figurative climax for them as lovers, following relentless fucking, in...
Joe awoke from a dream where he fucked Moe rather intensely, to a giggle and his cock filling Constance’s mouth. Cheryl winked at him, her face close to Constance’s, before sucking in one of his balls. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Cumming!” “Mph,” Constance reacted, swallowing gamely before Cheryl took over and drank what remained of his cum. He pulled Constance up, but remembered his morning breath. “Orange juice on the table,” said Cheryl. He saw it and drank it and brought Constance’s spermy...
“I love your little room,” said Nigella from Joe’s bedroom. He was in his parent’s room, in their big closet, getting a couple of syringes. He knew they’d be at work. He worried Patty would be home. It was pretty early. But evidently she had gotten up early and gone out. Or had stayed with a friend overnight. He actually had a plan if she were there and up. Making breakfast for her and Nigella, and sneaking up while Nigella engaged her in conversation. The subterfuge, even if only imagined,...
Joe awoke early in the large bed in the large rural mansion. He immediately felt the rawness of his penis. In fact he felt more than he liked. A sort of heroin hangover. Feeling. The opposite of being stoned. Restless. Putting on boxers and yesterday’s shirt, with a last glance at his two naked lovers who had both turned on their sides away from him, and only the disturbance of the sheet that covered them might get noticed when he slipped out of bed, and it wasn’t, he padded out of the...
Cheryl and Joe got out of the little day bed in Constance’s office, got dressed in what they had worn the night before, her back to being sexy in his shirt, though more buttoned, and headed to the kitchen, probably reeking of sex, but they didn’t care. Most everyone lounged in the big room. Unlike the morning before, they ended up being the last up. In the kitchen they encountered Joanne and Nigella both looking as comfortably well fucked as they did. “Waffles?” Martha offered. “Great,” Joe...
Sunday, after an early rehearsal for both play and band, most everyone took acid. The rural mansion ended up the perfect place to trip. The tranquil lake. The careful beauty of the garden and lawn. Chaotic nature at its borders. Those that had things to do on Monday morning left, including Belle; her girlfriend Claire; Simon and his girlfriend Marsha and thankfully, for Joe, Simone, though Simon and Marsha probably just weren’t interested in tripping; and Joanne, for both reasons. That left...
Like heroin where you become over sensitized in its aftermath, Cheryl and Joe awoke a bit brain dead. Partial zombies. Even so, Cheryl went to her typewriter. Joe went down for a late breakfast. Martha reheated some frittata. That and the coffee and fresh squeezed orange juice helped to revive him. He brought up a platter for Cheryl, left it for her, and made his ablutions in the bathroom adjoining the big guest room. Nigella, who had been sleeping in the large bed, joined him in the...
Joe woke up briefly a couple times when each of his ladies left the couch/bed in Jonathon’s/his study. Constance first, and then Cheryl. But only woke up entirely when Nigella came in with a platter of bagels and lox, coffee and orange juice. Not fresh squeezed. “On the desk,” he told her since she seemed to offer breakfast in bed. “Joanne make it out on time?” “Tired but sated,” Nigella grinned. “Good,” he chuckled. “The others?” he asked, getting up and sitting at his desk. “Hanging and...
Cheryl, Nigella and Joe spent a leisurely morning with Caroline. Hanging out in the hotel. Getting room service breakfast. The young man who brought the breakfast definitely enjoyed the view of beautiful women in little more than terry cloth robes in the case of Caroline and Nigella, and t-shirt and panties of Cheryl. Joe just wore his shirt and boxers, but the man didn’t care. Except maybe being envious. It was probably a tie between Constance’s shimmering facial beauty and Cheryl’s firm,...
Early rehearsal Wednesday, or as early as possible with people working. About 5. 7:30 Eddie and company had to leave for sound check at Sam’s, the soon to be renamed 7th Street Entry. A dress rehearsal with stutters, mostly between scenes with lighting set-up and cues. Sometimes, especially towards the end, they just barreled through. It was the kind of dress rehearsal that supposedly meant luck, maybe because things can only get better. However, in the tight schedule at the place of...
The show did better than Joe expected, with expectation tamping down hope so as not to be disappointed. No sell outs that first weekend, but the majority of the four hundred seats had butts in them. Each performance ended with different sets of congratulators after. Friday had the family contingent. Mom and Dad and sister. Eddie’s mom and dad and brother. Belle’s mother and cousins, of which there were several, most grease monkeys like her who would never have expected to spend a Friday in a...