“Despite the beauty of the five naked women, the titillation part of the evening ended fairly quickly. There was no dancing, twirling, or bending over backward; legs remained primly crossed or tucked together. Unless you’re a 13-year-old boy (with remarkable facial hair and a really good fake ID), you’re not going to be aroused by the mere proximity of naked women sitting in front of a coffee table covered with Star Wars paraphernalia. Which means that the reading itself has to be good, or else you’re going to get pretty fucking bored pretty fucking quickly. Luckily, the reading was very good.” Read more on Fleshing Out the Narrative by Paul Constant for The Stranger.