" George said."Ooh, and I never thought to look at this, but since this happened, I began to notice that even my feet don't look completely hideous." ...George's duplicate said.George laughed. "I've never wanted to kiss a man before, until now." George said jokingly.His duplicate laughed as well. "Me neither. But now that you mention it, I have wondered how good of a kisser I am."George and his duplicate then walked up to each other smiling. They stood face to face, and they stood closely to each. ’ This reply was not so much a whisper. Brock smiled to himself as he waited for his skim mocha with whipped cream (and yes, he knew that the cream did kind of cancel out the skim part of the beverage but he loved it too much) in line at Starbucks. Even while placing the order Brock had thought about the probable thousand calories he was about to consume and did feel at least, oh about a second’s worth of guilt, hence the skim part of the equation. A little while back he’d had a dietician look. She decided to check her email and see if she had anything new to edit.She smiled when she saw an email from George.She opened the email and smiled at what it said, "Can't wait to see you and read your book. I'll pick you up at 7pm."She smiled and typed out a reply, "Looking forward to dinner with you." and hit the send buttonShe packed away the manuscript she would edit tonight after dinner into her bag along with her pens and tablet.She stood up and grabbed her purse and keys and made sure. Now this just didn't happen overnight, but it been about two years in the making ,on the ends of a long and debauched sexual affair. I met my hottie( right away she admitted to me that she was married) at a club, she has horrible breath was all that I could remember, I never seen her before and she also told me she was new in town. To me she was just another drunk Barfly, I definitely had my share of lying back in those days and I tried to steer clear of women that already had others but.