..a long hot French kiss and I kept snapping pictures. I had no intention of kissing him like that, but once he started, I couldn't have stopped if my...life depended on it.I told him that those pictures were just for me...don't worry about them ever being seen by anyone "Hey, Man...I don't kiss guys! I can't have these getting out either. I'm straight too, remember?" Dude, I hope your kinky-ass wife enjoys those pictures. Maybe I can meet her someday. I hope to run into you here again soon. I. She doesn't want you, as husband or concubine, do you, babe?" Dan asked her, while his hands continued to roam all over her body."Nope. Definitely not. I told you to straighten up and fly right, but you couldn't, could you? After all, since I scored better, I would have been the boss in this relationship, but you couldn't handle that, could you? You had to be in charge. Well, you can stay in charge of your own life and stick it up your ass, right before the Swarm come along and have you for. “But is anybody actually dancing?”“Not yet. That’s why I came looking for you. There are like a dozen people up on the roof already, but they’re not dancing yet. I thought we could set an example.” said Dietrich.“Are there any good looking guys up there?” Monroe asked.“There was one when I went up there.” Dietrich grinned. “But he was so damned good looking, it was hard to notice any other guys while he was around.”“Very funny.” Monroe shook her head. “Cricket, why don’t you go up there and. The song was beautiful but alien, it seemed to contain the sighing of the wind and the rustle of the leaves, deep aching longing merged with the joy of the sun shining bright and hot on emerald leaves, the slow contentment of roots burrowing deep into the rich earth, the patient slumber of winter and the frantic ecstasy of spring's awakening. He pushed by leaves and skirted brambles and thorny bushes, the song getting louder and clearer the closer he got. All thought was gone, only the desire.