He's hosted about a dozen of these web sites before and really knows what's what." And just what are you going to put on this web site?" asked Marcy."...ou... and Nikki!" Now wait a minute," interrupted Nikki, "are you saying you want to take pictures of us and put it on the internet?" Correction... naked pictures," smiled Kamon."Whoa, there guy. Look I'm not opposed to a little swapping now and then, but that's private. What you're asking..." ... Is to have you pose, just like a centerfold.... Soon it became quite clear that our aborted romantic encounter in Baltimore was now doomed to never again be repeated.The New York show was a triumph, by any definition of the word. We played a one hour long set of our six best songs for a vocal crowd of ten thousand alternative music enthusiasts, who loved every moment of it. The promoter of the festival even had us do an encore (which was supposedly against the rules for any band to do). The festival merchandisers had sold every last copy of. She gave herself another once over, pulled a stray lock of brown hair out of her face, then knocked on the door."Come in," said a pleasing tenor voice.Inside stood Mikey. Older, and a little taller, wearing a conservative gray suit, but still Mikey. June would have known him anywhere.Mike's hands were locked at his side. "Hi, Sis..." was all he managed to get out, before she was wrapped around him. Her lips locked on his.The passionate kiss was finally broken, when June started urgently. Maybe this doesn’t have to be forever. Maybe someday, we will get to have those multiple lifetimes together that we have often talked about.” The next morning, on the train, I told my co-worker about Eric’s message, and I broke down sobbing. My co-worker tried to kiss me! “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded. “I may be vulnerable right now, but not vulnerable enough to want THAT!” He mumbled something about me being a cold fish. Or maybe it was cold bitch. The next weekend, I went to.