When at a party where there are people I don’t know, I am in an element that instigates my imagination.  What to say becomes the direct pay-off of how people I meet make me feel or the situation of the moment.  It can be like an improv class.  Of course it is appropriate but unexpected by most.  But does it start out that way?  Nope!  I sit back and study the group.  I ask myself questions.  Why are those two together?  What is she wearing beneath that dress… what could she  possibly be wearing… it is too sheer… could she be… naked?  She has to be naked.  I know I could tell if she hadn’t bikini waxed. I see a couple.  I figure that they are young and in love.  So what is the truth of their youth?  What does he smell like?  What does she?  How long did they spend getting ready?  What does she taste like when they kiss?  Does she taste different in public then in private?  Who is alpha?  Would she ask?  Beg?  Take?  Would he?  Have they ever danced nude… at night… and in the rain… why… why not?  Does he naturally take her hand…