186 A Lesson on Higher Art

Don Alston did not dare to twitch as the other man's hand slid into his pants and under his underwear, touching his body. Don's eyes were fixed on the woman on stage saying something emphatically. The woman looked strangely like a man dressed in a dress.

Nelson followed his gaze.

"I can see that Lady Macbeth has attracted your attention," he remarked in a whisper so as not to disturb the other viewers.

"Yes," Alston cleared his throat. The hand began to slide over his buttock. "She looks like a man. It's not that she's ugly, because she's not, but..."

"This is Arthur Floyd, a man. You have the opportunity to watch a fairly faithful copy of the Shakespearean theater that was originally performed in the times when the author lived and a little later. Did you know then only men could perform on stage?"

"No," Don admitted, feeling Nelson's hand slide into the hollow between his buttocks.