From her to the family photos on the wall, back to her, then to the… I went cold. A moment of clarity.The painting.I recalled her gushing over the p...int as she made it square on the hook I’d put up. Relationships need a gardener, Marcus. And a flower. The roles may ebb and flow but two of the same for an extended period results in failure, a breakdown. She’d bought it soon after we moved in as a reminder of our strength together; two people fulfilling different roles in a relationship. And I’d. Her eyessoftened as she peered inside.The briefcase was stainless steel. The interior was packed with a singleblock of protective foam, molded with a series of indentations. Withinthe first pocket, a package of syringes lay open, the needles encased inplastic sleeves. Within the remaining indentions nestled the source ofthe pale green glow; five glass vials, each containing a swirling,luminous green liquid. Each vial was adorned with a plain white label,with increasing roman numerals 'I'. As I amble in, still a bit fuzzy from lack of sleep, it is Robyn's deliberately low-pitched voice that provides the only disturbance in an otherwise empty office. Those dulcet tones drift lazily down the aisle and immediately make me feel good to be back. I have to be honest that despite all the gorgeous bikini clad girls in Cyprus, I had missed and was missing the gorgeous lady on the other side of the partition. I am wrapped up in my own thoughts and clearly Robyn in her own conversation. I could barely breath. We stood there kissing for what felt like an hour, but it was only a couple of minutes. Her fingers fumbled against my chest, unbuttoning my shirt until it was undone and she tugged it off my shoulders. I pulled off my undershirt and tossed it on the table. Tanya clawed into my chest. “You’re hard as a rock.” She kissed my chest then dug her teeth and fingernails into my skin. “I want to taste you. I want to taste every bit of you.” I shrugged, “Go ahead.” She smiled. I.