It was under the blanket on my thigh. I looked down and blushed. I felt his hand touch my chin and tilt my head to look at him. There was embarrassmen... in my eyes, I could feel it. But suddenly his lips were on mine; they were warm and felt cozy. I liked it better then kissing any other guy. When he realized I wasn't pulling away, he pushed himself against me. His tongue slowly slipped between my lips to play with mine. His hands were all over my body and I loved the feeling. He slowed down and. .. That's really you?"Privacy was no longer an issue being dead and all. The dead have no right to privacy and have no way to protest any type of exposure, decent or indecent. I sensed what she was looking at by reading her mind. After stripping away everything covering me, she was scanning me naked. I got whole the picture of where her attention was concentrated.She smiled, turned to me, then said, "That's a nice bit of equipment you've got there!"As I started to blush, "Damn," I thought. "I'm. As she neared the end of town, she noticed a small art supply shop and stopped, buying a sketch book, some watercolours, and charcoal, along with an artist's sketch pencil, settling them on the seat, glancing with a vague awareness that it had been too long since she'd had time to paint. The last painting was of him as he slept, in muted shades of blue and grey, the colours playing around his features in repose. The sky emerged through the long night behind her, bright and warm for late spring,. I was, apparently, paying more attention to the movie than I realized, because, when I looked up, she had moved closer to me. I would have moved away, but I had run out of sofa. She inched closer, as she thought I wasn't paying attention, and the outsides of our thighs were now touching. I kept even better cool than I thought I would, until she leaned over, and laid her head on my shoulder. If that wasn't bad enough, she lifted my arm, and put it around her. I was now sitting with my right arm.