Tchaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet Fantasy Overture is something we both adored when we were together. I have no doubt that if he were involved, his big...love would have crept in — your middle name for sure would have been Mahler. I would have fought that battle with him, but I would have lost. I can’t listen to Symphony No. 10, the one that was unfinished when Mahler died and a scholar put together many years later, without thinking of you. In fact, that symphony largely describes me. I have been. There are dozens of crossroads, with the remnants of a different time all over those rural counties. Some of the counties are so poor and so wild they offer the perfect places to operate illegal businesses as well as legal ones.One of those fly specks on the map is the crossroads town of Portage. Portage had never been a thriving center of commerce, but it was once home to a small market, a small farmer's exchange, and a service station.All those business closed during the Peek of the Walmart. Oh anything? She bit her bottom lip. Before I could answer she said I bet if you knew who I was you wouldn’t say anything. Doubtful I smiled. I hope you don’t mind I wore sweatpants she smiled. No you need to be comfortable. I always wear sweatpants.Why not now?Well I wanna look professional. Go put them on!No I’m ok...She giggled you don’t wanna wear them cause your afraid you will get hard? I laughed you got me. She looks at my crotch. Smiles too late! I knew I had a boner since she walked. I kissed him.Scared. He could’ve pulled away. Refused.Didn’t. Melted right into me... I melted back.I sighed.He said “Damn. Damn damn damn DAMN damn.”“What’s that mean?”“Means I might be crazy, but I don’t want to stop.”“Crazy’s okay, Carl.”“I ... I wanted to kiss you, Sunny.”“Why didn’t you?”“Scared. If I was imagining things, I could be in deep shit.”“Either of us...”“Oh, yeah ... Let’s see. Uh, Bill, I need to do something. Sunny’s making inappropriate advances...”I kissed him again, just to.