“So that’s why you’re eating instead of talking?”Again, he nodded. I shook my head and then smiled as Imogene walked up to us.“Your son is v...ry talented, Mr. Taylor,” she said.I stood and gave her a hug. “Mr. Taylor my ass,” I said softly. “Please call me Paul,” I added for the benefit of her friends who came over as well.“It’s good to see you again Imogene. I didn’t realize the ABT was in Dublin.”“The ABT isn’t. I’m visiting the National Ballet of Ireland for some summer shows. We had a late. He sits, fully nude, in his favorite recliner. He leans back, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted. All is dark, save for the moonlight passing through the thin curtains and illuminating his face. I kneel before him, between his knees, where I feel so comfortable. I am just as naked as he – unless one counts the four earrings in each ear – but I am not graced by the moonlight. My fingers gently stroke and caress and squeeze his rigid hardness, that one aspect of human anatomy belonging to. “Show time!”, she mused when she saw his reflection returning, balancing a long-stemmed glass on a small tray. When he was close enough to see a near life size image, Sondra unbuttoned her jacket and slid it off her shoulders. He stopped in his tracks. She had only worn a filmy bra beneath her blazer, and the sight of her near naked torso made his heart race. She had him in her peripheral vision, and she took care not to make direct eye-contact which would give her away. As far as he was. The dress slacks were there as a suggested barrier, she wanted to be sexy but didn’t want to hang a for sale sign around her neck. Jess, just what do you think you’re doing? What if he’s a serial killer and you end up as the next episode of CSI. She looked back at herself in the mirror and shook her finger and said out loud ‘You watch way too much TV.’ But visions of the last time skittered across her mind, there had been so much blood. She took a deep breath and dabbed perfume behind each.