At first I found it a bit strange that Richard obviously expected me to call his friend "Professor Beckert", while I was known to him just as "Jessy", but this thought disappeared in a second, when the Professor smiled at me and said: "It's a real pleasure to meet you, Jessy. I hope you don't want to ask me something about the play." I shook my head with relief and giggled. "No, Professor, certainly not." Giggles again. He smiled: "Pew, I feel relieved, because I've to admit that I was somewhat distracted most of the time. My seat is just across of yours on the other side of the hall, and since I saw you for the first time, I couldn't concentrate on the stage very well. Did I mention that you look just gorgeous, Jessy?" I felt sooo flattered! I suppose, I blushed all over and could just stumble something like "Thank you, Sir."

Then the pause was over and we had to return to our seats. Before the lights turned out again, I saw Professor Beckert straight across on the other side, but hardly recognized him due to the distance. When the play went on, I again looked over to him. He had one of those glasses used to look at the actors, but he didn't look at the stage–he looked at me! I once again blushed crimson.

But then I thought that, if he missed the opera because of me, he nevertheless deserved something for his ticket. Shouldn't *I* give him a show? And I did. Richard noticed what I was doing, and he smiled a wicked smile at me. I looked across the hall with sultry lips, let the tip of my tongue slowly lick them, played with my necklace or with a strand of my hair, laid back my head, pushed out my breast, let my nails smoothly run down my neckline ... I immensily enjoyed it, and I felt that heat building up in my tummy, felt the moisture of my snatch. Unfortunately, when the play was over, we didn't meet Professor Beckert again...