"Come all ye lovers of a good story! And I will tell thee about the end of Oedipus's tale. Of the godly divination of the Parcae, and how the thread spinned of Fate was not beguiled!" The Jester was upon the stage again when Rafel pulled back the drapes as entered the gallery booth again. In his heralding voice, the character announced the set for the final Act.
Rafel returned to his elegant seat on the top crop of the theater and faced forward. The lights were just beginning to dim. He ran a hand down his fly, noting that Rosamunde's gray eyes leveled on the evident rise. It was just an offhanded move to make sure his zipper was fixed, but when a hot girl followed the path of his fingers, it became some thing more.
If not that it was rude to have sex with the tragic romance drama ensuing downstairs, Rafel was of a single mind to perhaps indulge the sin in Rosa's swirly gaze.
"How was the bathroom?" She licked at her lips.
