I grabbed Arthur’s arm. I had to wait a moment until some of the catering staff went back to the kitchen. My palm tingled with how good it felt, resting on top of the soft material of Arthur’s expensive suit jacket.
When there was no staff close by, I said. “I don’t get it. How did you manage that so smoothly?”
“I’m great with people. I have amazing acting skills,” Arthur said.
“Oh?”
Arthur continued solemnly. “You know what Shakespeare said, ‘All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players’.”
I looked at him quizzically.
“Life is like a play,” Arthur continued. “It all depends on acting skills.”
“So you’re just pretending?” I was stunned. There had to be more to it than that. There just had to be.
“Of course.” Arthur said and nodded, “I am just a stripper after
