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middle of the road with all the taxis and theater patrons and feel at home.
    Theater was soul balm and it shaped his life in unimaginable ways. Without it, he’d still be the chubby kid in the back of the bus, cracking awkward ‘your mom’ one-liners and pretending fat jokes never fazed him. He wouldn’t be surrounded by the most amazing theater district in the entire world, five bourbons in, inches away from a gorgeous girl with a spirit of heaven and fire.
    She clung to the railing and peered down, open-mouthed and thrilled. Her mouth was perfectly round and pouty, and his dick kept leaping in his pants at even a mere glance at it. He sat down on a bench behind her so he couldn’t embarrass himself too badly.
    Skinny jeans were always a bad idea, especially for someone as well-endowed as he was, but they were part of his standard audition uniform. Sometimes, being big-dicked was just enough to give him a leg up over the competition, so to speak.
    Lynn gazing across his beloved city reminded him of Juliet staring out her window, her long hair flowing in the breeze. It made him smile—his Juliet, perfect and angelic, framed in light and flushed with innocence.
    Did Romeo’s Juliet kiss like Lynn?
    Were her tits as immaculate, the girlish curve of her hips as welcoming?
    The real Juliet was thirteen. Lynn was older than that at least, but still held the effervescent quality of youth. Was he a pervert for being so attracted to her? He wasn’t quite thirty yet, so he wasn’t that much older than her.
    And she did kiss him first.
    No, he couldn’t justify this. Juliet was still too young for him. He set his glass down on the bench and walked away from it. He could forever live in the memory of their smokin’ hot kiss, fantasize about her sweet mouth around his cock while in the shower or in bed, or watching television on his couch, and let that be that.
    Their chemistry was incredible, truly. But the night air reminded him of his ticking clock, the impending doom of the end of summer and the rest of his savings. He needed his wits about him when the callback finally came in, and letting his cock move the focus to this beautiful, unattainable girl was making that impossible.
    “Sometimes, I’m disappointed you can’t really see the stars out here.” Matthew spread his arms across a stretch of railing and leaned against it. “Back home, we could see every constellation in the sky and count shooting stars for wishes. All the big city lights hide them.”
    “The city lights are just as incredible.” Lynn looked up into the black-grey sky, where only the moon and a few lone stars floated above. “And you can reach them here. That’s the thing about stars, you can never touch them.”
    “Sure you can. You just have to know where to look.”
    Lynn looked at him with a skeptical smirk. “Is that right? Where, Mr. Smarty Pants?”
    Matthew grinned back and held out his hand. “Let me show you.”
    She hesitated for just a moment, but finally took his hand. He led her through a pair of ivy-covered lattices and rows of bushes dotted with bright flowers, where Lynn named all of them, including their genus, and discussed their origins. He loved this brainy side to her. She was full of amazing depth and sophistication, all of which added to the mindfuck.
    “This is the best part of the whole garden.”
    Lynn gasped. Elephant ears and other exotics he couldn’t name surrounded a bubbling fountain. Out of the middle rose a ballerina on pointe, arms reaching outward. Matthew always pictured her reaching for a lover, dancing just out of sight. He wished they’d put her other half in another fountain nearby but never found one.
    “She’s beautiful,” Lynn breathed. “Absolutely amazing.”
    “I always thought she was a depressive beauty.” He touched her outstretched hands gently. “Like she was missing someone, looking for them, but no one was there.”
    “I don’t see that at all.”
    Matthew looked over at his