.. Footsteps! I rushed back into the foyer, and ran up the steps two at a time. 'What was going on?'HER...After I got off the phone with Jack, I raced... up the stairs. I quickly made my bed and changed my outfit. I made a bunch of noise, knowing Jack would be coming up soon. My shirt slides off my shoulders as I hear him coming up the stairs. I hear a gasp and turn to see him standing there, frozen. He looks up and down my half-naked body. I pat the bed, and look into his eyes. "You going to join. " Ok I know. I shouldn't have said it but she was beginning to bug me by then. She took a moment for this gem to be absorbed, me leaning on the rake; she standing with her mouth hung open. Then she decided she had heard right - spluttered something into thin air, coloured up and strode off muttering to herself.As I turned back to the job in hand I thought smugly to myself "that'll keep the local brigade talking for a bit."My other half came round the corner at the trot. "Damn!" She said, "I. ”“But...” I began.“Shhh,” she cut me off. “This is my story—a bedtime story I’m telling my lovers.” She untied her belt and let the robe slide down her shoulders. Her head was lifted and she used a finger to stroke down the perfect symmetry from the center of her forehead, down her nose, across her lips and under her chin. She continued down her center axis, almost the way I would draw her, tracing through the hollow at the base of her throat and down between her breasts. The fabric moved away. I sat at the light waiting to turn into the plant and I heard a toot of a car horn. Looking up I saw the little smile of Chelsea Katzenbaum. Before I could wave back the light changed and she was off. I made the mental note to call her again and once again immersed myself in my work. Drafting, surveying, drawing blueprints seems like it might be any easy job, but most days I might rather push loads of brinks up steep stairs. To figure and refigure and then go stand in an empty field and try to.