As we enter the lobby of the theatre, you excuse yourself to freshen up in the ladies room. I make my way left to the base of the stairs opposite the ladies room. Leaning against the banister, I survey the expanse and detail involved in the grand entryway. The floor is covered with very plush, deep red carpeting. Large granite pillars are set into the walls every twenty feet. Between the pillars are framed posters depicting the rich history of the theatres past performances. Chandeliers hang from points surrounded with mirrors that span from one side of the room to the other. Between each mirrored section is a sculpture that literally protrudes from the ceiling. It almost appears as if the ceiling is melting and forming great pieces of art in the process. The ceiling is twenty feet high, even at the lowest point where the sculptures extend downward.
In the mirrors, I catch a glimpse of you emerging from behind the walls across from me. I look across at you and you are scanning the area for me. I take a couple steps up the stairs to get above the people entering the theatre so that you might see me easier. You spot me almost immediately and start across the wide lobby toward where I stand. Along the way, many couples slow and stop to allow you to pass. Obviously, they are courteous but they are just as gracious to take in your beauty, if but only for a few seconds. And beautiful you are. I can not take my eyes off of you as you make your way across the lobby. You seem oblivious to the effect you have on everyone. And once again I have to think to myself just how lucky I am to have such an attractive woman to share this evening with. Lucky for me, everyone else can only see your physical attractiveness. If they knew what a wonderful person you are, I would have to share you with everyone. I want you all to myself. I am selfish that way, you know.
As you join me on the stairs, you take an additional step up and lean over to whisper in my ear. "You may have to carry me up the stairs. My legs are still a little weak from the limousine ride." With a shy little grin, you reach down with your left hand and take my right. We both smile and exchange many glances as we slowly proceed to the upper level. We are seated front and center. Our seats are amazingly close to the stage and thus the upper level is very steep to accommodate a clear view for those behind us. The seats are rather large and very comfortable. In front of us is a short railing on top of a low wall. We are able to see over the railing easily, even though the aisle in front of us is fairly wide. We relax into the seats in anticipation of the show. I reach across the arm rest and run the backs of the fingers of my right hand across the top of your left leg, just below your dress. The heat simply radiates from your body. The lights in the theatre dim to nothing to signal the start of the performance. You lay your left hand on top of my right and I realize that nothing in the world could be more perfect.
As we wait for the stage lights and the entertainer to appear, you lean against me and place your head on my right shoulder. You whisper, "I apologize for not letting you maintain the control over so many of the situations that we have shared today. I know that was really something that you intended to do for whatever reason." I smile as you talk, thinking to myself that I could not have wished for things to turn out better. You are my dream come true regardless of how our lives or particular situations play out. You continue, "I want you to be in complete control for the rest of the evening. I know my interests and pleasure are always your first consideration and so I want to experience what you will do to me and for me tonight. And to show you how serious I am, I have a little gift for you."
