*Ethan*
I settle into my chair just as the lights begin to dim, realizing I had forgotten how seductive the box can be as shadows move in. I can't make love to her here, of course, but who would notice an occasional brazen touch? I can skim a finger along her arm, across her nape, or her bared shoulders.
The curtains draw back and she shifts up in her chair, actually shifting up as if entranced by the stage. I find myself equally entranced by her. I have never seen anyone watch a performance with such intensity, such dedication, as if she fears missing a single word spoken, a single movement of the actors across the stage. She doesn’t speak, doesn't glance over at me, never takes her gaze from the stage. So engrossed, she becomes almost a statue. Halfway through, as the drama intensifi
