It was a familiar sound. A comforting sound, but it took her throbbing head several moments to identify it and place a name to the sound."Fire. That c...ackling and popping sound is a fire burning. Wait! A fire? Where the hell am I? Did I faint? Perhaps, Erik found me and brought me back to the cottage. He must have found the firewood as well ... that fire feels lovely."The young woman sighed and moved to stretch her arms. She frowned as she found her arms refused to move from her sides. Ignoring. When he pointed it out, I made a new one. Anyway, I have a hot- fudge sundae I'll sell you for the price of a single cone. Want it?"She looked at Bob. She liked hot fudge, but Bob loved it."Sure!" Bob said. "Two spoons?" They took stools at the counter."Fine," the man said. "I kept it in the freezer. It's not quite what it was, but it's still in good shape. Why don't you sit in a booth, and I'll bring it to you?"For a sundae, they could sit in a booth. Besides, from there, they could see the. And the stale air of the room seemed to give way to new freshness like an open meadow after a spring rain. He felt the weariness of years of running melting away from his tired bones, but even at that same moment began to wonder if this was another trick. As if sensing Joseph’s conflict, his adversary stepped into the room. At first, blinded by the sudden light, Joseph had not been able to make out who was standing in the door, but now his adversary approached and he saw the pursuer from whom. " I'd like to go back to the studio with you and shoot more of those 'art shots' with you. I've got a new camera, and I want to see what it can do." Art shots, like nudie shots?" As nude as you want to get, dear." Let's go!" She popped the last French fry into her mouth, finished off the Coke, and we were back in the studio in minutes. She stripped for me, slowly and seductively. I'd turned up the heat in the studio before we left for lunch, so it was comfortably warm. "You know the rules," she.