Off to one side of the platform is a bathroom.Off to one side of the platform is a bathroom. Oddly, there are no walls around it. It's shielded from the front windows by the bed platform, but it is open to the rest of the apartment. There's a sink, cabinet, mirror, commode and an old iron free-standing bathtub. The walls are brick, from the floor to eight feet up. Then the walls are white up to the 15 foot ceiling. The ceiling is white too, and track lights reflect off of it to fill the room with a soft glow. "Tea?" David is standing in the kitchen holding a pot. "Please," you respond, walking along the brick walls, looking at the pictures hanging there. Many are covers from famous magazines. Many others are pictures of nature scenes. Sprinkled among them are pictures of women in seductive poses, or wearing suggestive clothing. David sets your tea down on the table and invites you to have a seat. He walks to the wall and turns a dimmer switch, dimming the lights to a dull glow. "There's a storm coming; I want to watch it." You look out the window and see flashes of lightning. David retreives his own tea from the kitchen and sits sideways on the couch, facing you. "Tell me about yourself," he asks quietly. You tell him about your school and your hobbies. He has a lot to talk about; seemingly, he has an interest in everything. You talk about accounting and running. You talk about swimming and skydiving. You watch the storm. David has a quick smile and a gentle laugh and after a couple of hours you feel very comfortable with him. He keeps you teacup filled. "You have neat pictures," you say after talking for a few hours. David smiles a thanks. "Let's go take some pictures." He stands up and offers you his hand. You take his hand and stand up. David leads you by the hand back into the dark back half of the loft. He reaches out and turns a switch someplace and a few lights come on. There are strobes with reflectors lined up neatly along the wall. There is black shag carpet on part of the floor and white on another. |