The perfect opportunity to talk.Talk ... Or something... She leaned close and kissed me. I let her press her tongue between my lips and caress the ins...de of my mouth. When she pulled away, I could see that certain desire in her eyes. I flashed back to those summer days last year when she’d looked at me the same way, although this time there was decidedly more confidence in the mix. I vaguely noticed that she was kicking off her sandals.“So if Hans is teaching,” she murmured, trailing a finger. Oh yes every new couple who entered the door fled if fear within weeks, the females claiming to have been raped by unseen spirits. The only thing that prevented me claiming more was the ghost hunter, one Slavic woman called in six years ago. The fucking bastard almost gave my secret up to the bitch if I didn’t lay a trap that caused him to be electrocuted and his notes to burn up before the police arrived!That was in 2013! Today I watch as a mother and daughter take possessions of the keys to. It comes from some deep untapped well of emotion. It just needed a little encouragement from me, and it emerged, overwhelmingly beautiful, frighteningly intense; that wonderful thing that is Donnie.We were engaged in a full fledged monkey fuck. There was no time for romance, sweet nothings, gentle caresses. We had been apart for almost a week. Something inside me needed to reclaim her. I know I had told her she could take lovers if she needed to. That was the intellectual me. The emotional me,. Robert continues his monologue about the numerous galleries he’s been to -- in and out of the country. I give an honest effort to immerse myself in what little I know about fine art as we eat our dinner, eventually moving onto a cleared table and glasses of wine as I ask him questions.“Would you like another?” He reaches for the bottle.“Actually... I should be getting back.”“Of course.” Robert nods, signaling our waiter, then pays the tab without fanfare. Outside, street lights glow beneath a.