I am seated at the front and the audience’s laughter brings me so much joy that I think I might burst. They love him! They really, love him!<br/><br/>I knew they would.<br/><br/>My eyes are wet from the laughter and my cheeks are rosy from excitement. Toby is wonderful and alluring and I realize that I want to badly to sleep with him. I know that he would be a wonderful, attentive lover. I’m torn by wanting to drag him up to my room that very moment, and wanting to hear him continue. He doesn’t need five minutes. He needs five hours.<br/><br/>“Encore!” I suddenly hear myself yelling over the thunderous applause. “Encore! Encore!” And, like the Pied Piper leading unsuspecting children, I hear the crowd follow my lead, one by one.<br/><br/>“Encore! Encore! Encore!”<br/><br/>They yell in unison and there is no way that Toby can possibly leave the stage now. “Encore!” I yell once more. This may be putting the man on the spot, but I’m sure that he will surprise us all.<br/><br/>What will he surprise us with next?