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didn't move.
    "Okay lovebirds here's your copy. I can't wait to post them on my website."
    "Website?"
    "Oh, I didn't tell you. Tess is a semi-professional photographer. She used to be a physician's assistant, but put that on hold after Carolyn to raise the kids."
    "Semi-professional, what does that mean?"
    "That means I have the bug, but not the wherewithal."
    I must have looked confused because she explained. "I've sold a few pictures, but not enough to warrant a studio. My website is my studio for now. www.imagesbytessa.com. Here's a framed eight by ten of my beautiful sister along with a half dozen four by sixes and my business card.
    She turned to Laurel. "Here are your pictures, baby sister." There was a tear in her eye as she kissed Laurel. Then after she pulled her close and whispered, "I love you," she stepped back and said, "You make a striking couple."
    But she wasn't finished. She stepped up to me only inches away. "I like you, Julian Peters." She grabbed my shoulders and kissed my cheek. Then almost inaudibly, she whispered, "We need to talk, call me." After she pulled away she added, "Now, go have fun."   
    * * * *
    After leaving my car at my sisters, Julian drove to his home. He lived in a small, but cute, older two-bedroom home in West Hollywood. After pulling in the alley and parking in the detached garage, he took my hand and led me to the back, kitchen entrance. He opened the door, flipped the light switch and invited me in with bow and a swing of his arm. "Milady."
    I stepped into a smallish, but well decorated and appointed kitchen. I felt two arms slip around my waist. Chills ran though me as his hot breathily whisper reached my ear. "I'm not a bad cook. Would you like me to cook dinner for you some night? Chateaubriand with merlot or maybe some parmesan salmon with a dry Riesling?"
    "I don't know if we could remain friends if I had dinner and wine alone with you here."
    "But mon chere , that's the idea. That we make the transition from close friends to lovers ." 
    My pulse increased. The idea of Julian becoming my lover, though compelling, was not what I was about. It suddenly felt stuffy and warm in there. I was having trouble breathing. I pulled his hands away and turned toward him. "We better hurry. We don't want them to give our table to someone else."
    "You're right. I'll only be a moment. Would you like to wait in the living room? Can I get you something to drink?"
    "Yes, please, water would be fine. Thank you"
    He opened the nearby refrigerator door and handed me a plastic bottle of water. "Here you are."
    I took it and he took my hand. He flipped light switch and led me past a dining area, into the living room. Like the kitchen, it was darling, furnished in light Italian period style, with impressionist paintings. A horizontal chair rail divided the faux painted walls with wallpaper below. "Have a seat and think pleasant thoughts. I'll only be a minute."
    I sat down and he went into a narrow hallway. I picked up the book on Ancient Egyptian artifacts that rested on the coffee table and started to thumb through it.
    I only got to page ten or so when I heard, "All set." I glanced up and viewed a very handsome man with a bright smile. My stomach felt like it turned upside down and a lump formed in my throat. I quickly looked away. "Are you ready?" I nodded. He came up to me and stood right in front of me, his crotch right in my line of vision. I could see the outline of him. I suddenly had an urge to touch him. Would it really be so wicked to sleep with this man, one time, to feel what it's like, just once, before…  
    Julian's masculine hands grasped my bare shoulders and pulling upward, interrupted my lewd thoughts.
    "It's seven-thirty we'd better hit it."
    I stood up and felt dizzy. I took one step and the room began to spin. Suddenly, I saw a bright flash of light and felt myself falling.
     

 
     
    Chapter Four – The Plan
    "A true man does not need to romance a different girl every