"Do you want me to come up?" Her voice seemed to echo from near and far, as if at the edge of a sheer drop."Do you want me to come up?" Her voice seemed to echo from near and far, as if at the edge of a sheer drop. I held the keys out and dropped them three storeys. They fell at her feet. "Those are my keys." She stared a moment longer and then tears welled up and one fell down her perfect, lovely cheek and then she nodded and picked up the keys and I waited just inside the door to my home. She didn't need the brass keys to enter. She already had the keys because my door was open. She stood there holding the two shopping bags. "You watched?" "Every second." "And you want me?" "Just as much." She stepped into my foyer and put the bags down. She closed the door and turned to me. "You were shocked?" "No." "You could imagine -- " "I could imagine, but some of it I do not like to imagine." "And some you do?" I thought about it, then nodded. "Yes, some of it turned me on. Not all, but some." She considered this for a long time. "Listen, what are we supposed to do with all this stuff?" I asked. |