A guy, who was probably about my father’s age, with a round belly probably resulting from a few too many beers, ran the place. You know the king a b...lly I mean. The same belly on a woman would indicate at least 7 months into pregnancy. He had a full head of dark hair and sideburns that said he was definitely an Elvis fan who was stuck in the fifties.The shop was lit by too many harsh fluorescents and lined on three sides with videos. A glass display counter ran the length of the fourth wall and. ."Kim took control. "Tim Duncan. I am an honors student in high school. I have a 4.0 average in math, and that includes trig and calculus. I think I can tell you the difference between sixteen and forty-one. It's twenty-five. And I could've been a NUN for all I cared about boys in high school. The smart ones. The cool ones. The nerds. The geeks. The jocks. I didn't care. I even dated. A few times. D'you know what it's like being a female and going out with a guy and you want to talk about. Far away from my crazy former life. It might have been on the opposite side of the country, but it was also the quieter side. The side where no one knew who I was. It was a long day of moving and I was glad it was finally over. I had just cracked open a six-pack of ice cold beers and slung back into the single seater in the lounge before I heard a knock at the door. I sighed before getting up. It was the landlord, Gregory Bush. He was a big guy with an athletic build, mixed race but fair. He pulled back and looked down on her, the rain finally beginning to slow. The clouds broke, letting just enough light from the full moon through, causing the rain on her flesh to glisten and make her appear truly otherworldly. "Never have I seen such beauty, even the moon in her infinite glory pales by comparison." He kissed her tenderly. “That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." Her voice was soft and loving. She pressed kisses on his eyes, forehead, the tip of his nose,.