Even at night, between the stars and the moonlight, Jerry didn’t need lights with all the light that came through his glass ceiling. His big room ha... lots of natural light. ‘I chose this building because of the glass ceiling. Sleeping here at night is as if I’m sleeping on the roof and under the stars. The light here in the morning, the midafternoon, and the late afternoon is just what I need to paint,’ he said. Much like everyone else who lived in those abandoned buildings, she figured he was. The ones that make our asses “look so fuckable” according to Ivan in the shoe store. We tried to ignore the cameras as we shook the water off of our bodies and posed self-consciously, trying to act as if what we’re doing is perfectly natural. I’ve certainly never seen a woman climb out of a pool and behave this way with the possible exception of the women in TV commercials, put there to entice males to watch them.I didn’t see Sean’s signal. I’m too embarrassed to look around. My mother must. First things first, was she still with me? Had she ever been, in fact?"I'm here, lover," came her voice. "Take your time waking up, you slept a long time." She knew from experience that I got moving kind of slowly in the morning. Not that this was morning, but still...I looked over at the clock hotels are kind enough to set on your bedside table. Jesus! Eight-thirty, the illuminated numerals said, which I knew had to be at night. I'd slept thirteen solid hours! It had to have been about the. After the sounds of a cabinet closing and ice being put in a glass she emerged with a wine glass in one hand and a rocks glass in the other. He thanked her as she handed him the glass of whiskey. He took a sip and realized it was his favorite brand of bourbon. “Taking up drinking whiskey?” he asked“No, I picked it up just in case I wanted to entertain any gentleman callers.” She replied“Are you looking to entertain a lot of gentleman callers?” he asked“Only one.” She smiled at him as she took a.