Sean Richards just underlined it.He left and she jumped right in. I think it was the first time she had seen the entire sale inventory laid out. She h...d Peter and Justin walk her through it all. They huddled for a few minutes, and then she called me over. In 30 seconds she gave us what we could not get from Mr. Richards in three weeks: a theme. Her vision was art gallery meets Outer Limits, with a nod to Rocky Horror Picture Show. She set Peter to matting each existing photo into a virtual. She giggled and said thanks. I brushed my teeth and as I walked out, I coughed and said how I would love to see more of it. I didn’t hear any reply from her so maybe she didn’t hear me. Then I grabbed a can of pineapple juice from the fridge and as I slammed it down I realized it was Saturday morning and I needed to be at work for 10am. Still had more than 2 hours to chill. I sat in and laid the matching leather recliner back as far as I could and used the remote to turn on some music. He held Jaimes chin softly and brought his lips to his own. They embraced, kissing slowly and softly. Levon climbed over the seat and sat on Jaimes lap. He reached down and reclined the seat back so that he lay on top of him, continuing to kiss. Jaime let his tongue slip into Levons mouth, who gladly met it with his own. They passionately made out for a while, exploring each others mouths with their tongues, feeling each others hard bodies with their hands. Levon placed his hands on Jaimes. ‘I found a quote.’ ‘A quote?’ ‘Something someone else once said, that was insightful. ‘Don’t cry becuase it’s over, smile because it happened.” ‘I don’t understand.’ ‘That’s because you’re not real.’ ‘He might never come again.’ ‘I don’t know if I want him to come again.’ A pause. ‘Are you happy?’ A long pause. ‘Yes. I have others. Friends. Family. Someone new.’ she smiles. ‘I’m happy.’ ‘But sad too.’ ‘Yes, sad too.’ ‘So why are you here?’ She thinks. Her legs relax, slowly moving.