I lay down on their bed, propped up on one elbow, and she lays down beside me. He unzips her top and pushes it aside to reveal her bra and naked torso... and then slides in on the other side of her. Our hands are on her stomach and her breasts, and I notice his fingers gentling finding her throat from time to time. He leans over her and kisses me. His mouth is soft, his tongue probing but not overly aggressive, his stubble present but not abrasive. I like kissing him. We undress each other, first. I never get the chance to talk to anyone about my music. Playing here is good and people give me tips so I know they like it, but would you tell me what you felt?” “ Passion, I felt your passion, but when I watched you play with your eyes closed, it’s as if you are someplace else, in another world. It’s fascinating. How did you learn to play like that?” “ You’re going to think this is strange, but when I was twelve, I saw this guitar I play in a music store. There was something about the blue. I watched intently and was smiling as she had a good time. The song ended and they parted smiling.After a while another song began and the other black guy asked to dance with her and off they went. He took off where the other man ended but this guy was really into the slow grind. I could tell she was getting into also.The guy with us at the table asked me if we wanted to smoke some weed, I declined but said my wife loved it and probably would love to. He said it was laced with some other. They talked about the weeks to come, Lauren's expectations along with Renee's. Lauren didn’t get too serious but she did outline the hours and some of the latest additions to the menu, along with a list of parties they were going to cater. Renee listened trying to keep all the names and functions together in her head. By the time they were full of pizza they noticed they had almost finished the bottle of wine. Lauren topped off each glass then took Renee’s hand in hers.“Leave your bags; I want.