THE COMEDIAN AND HIS MUSE (continued)<br/><br/><i>'...or whatever it is you humans say.'  </i>Thalia says.  Her face is lovely beyond the face of any woman I've ever spoken with.  Her body could stop traffic at the Indy 500.  She's has Dion of<i>Dion's</i>, giving me five minutes on<i>Dion's</i>stage.  She's really, really, really a Goddess!<br/><br/>Maybe if someone were reading my account of this in my as yet unwritten memoirs they'd say,<i>'This is all coincidence and excitement'.  </i>Well, 'someone', I'm happy beyond all human understanding and I don't care if someone or anyone believes me.<br/><br/>Then Thalia kisses me on the cheek, a-soft-yet-electric-and-paralyzing kiss.  I've been kissed by the Goddess of Comedy!  I've Been Kissed By A Muse!<br/><br/>I'm so happy, I embrace her in the darkened passageway.  Obviously not something a clear-thinking mere mortal would do a goddess.  She's a goddess, which means I could be snuffed out faster than you could snap your fingers!  I can't contain my gratitude and happiness.  So, impulsively, I give her a big hug.  I think she's surprised at first, but I'm saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." and she relaxes, returning the hug.  We're together like this for, I don't know, a minute.<br/><br/>Is it just being near her or is it the scent of her and her perfume?  I didn't notice it when it started, but I realize that I'm hugging a goddess to my body and I now have a rock hard erection.  How embarrassing!  It could only  happen to me..., and maybe the Goddess of Comedy.<br/><br/>(to be continued....)