Friday evening found Frank and Madeline alone at their indifferent dinner, staring past each other. Neither wanted to confront the obvious, to indulge...idle talk just to fill the long, silent spaces between them. During such an interlude, the doorbell rang."Who?! Damn, who would that be?" Frank muttered, half in anger, irritated at being disturbed. Madeline gazed bleakly at her plate."Probably nobody," she offered. "Or maybe it's that silly television reporter again, doing her breathless survey. I didn’t see any of the boys fucking Sarah with cocks as big as mine.I hugged her a little tighter and said, “I absolutely think that you are gorgeous and sexy, Elsinore. When you're wearing all your makeup and those black clothes, you look so mature and so much like Elvira. I catch myself saying ‘Wow’, and it’s sometimes hard to remember that you're only sixteen years old. And since I’m calling you Elsinore, you can call me Brad when we’re alone.”She squeezed my thigh again, and I knew that I. If this was the only kiss I ever share with her, it was going to be a real kiss!Our lips touched and time seemed to slow. Her head tilted slightly and our lips seemed to fit together well. We were still just barely touching. I laid my hand against the side of her face. I wanted so much to pull her to me, but I also didn’t want to push her too hard.I sharpened the tip of my tongue and I ran it around the inside of her lips and pressed a tiny bit harder. With one moment, any nervousness I felt. Just a few steps down the hall, I knocked on #401. A few seconds later, Deborah cracked open the door, peeked out, looked me up and down and burst into laughter.Oh damn, did I forget my jeans? I thought. A quick check brought relief.She opened the door and I immediately got the humor. She was dressed in well-worn jeans, a white, low-cut t-shirt, and she was barefoot. My turn to laugh as she opened the door wider for me to enter.Deborah’s suite was a typical vendor suite -- two divided rooms,.