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never to be found. Morgan had lost a few pounds since college, but her body was still supple and perfectly proportioned. She couldn’t help but use the term Rubenesque. Her breasts were full and curved gently above her hourglass waist and voluptuous hips.
    Lee swallowed around the knot in her throat. “Hi. It’s so good to finally meet you.” It was the only thing she could manage to say without sounding cheesy, and even then she wasn’t sure that she didn’t.
    Morgan held out her hand. “Likewise.” Lee felt her whole body shudder at the delicate softness of Morgan’s hand. She held on for what was beyond reasonable.
    Morgan withdrew her hand. “Shall we?” Morgan said as she motioned to the hall. “What would you like to see first?”
    All of it .“First…show me your favorite.”
    “That is a difficult request to fill, Miss—”
    “Lee, just call me Lee.”
    “Okay, Lee. But I don’t know if I could have a favorite in a place full of the finest art the world has to offer.” Morgan sounded like a brochure, but Lee could feel the truth behind the words.
    Lee smiled. “I agree, but you must have an affinity to one piece beyond all others, no?”
    “Well, actually, yes. But I’m afraid it’s one of the most popular pieces here and usually crowded by hundreds of visitors,” Morgan said as if apologizing for the inconvenience.
    “That’s fine. Take me to her.”
    Morgan glanced at her. “How do you know it’s a her ?”
    Lee smirked. “Aren’t all of our greatest loves female?” Lee kicked herself for the blatant reference, but it was the truth, with the exception of her father. Lee pushed away the sadness as quickly as it came.
    “Yes, you may be right.”
    Lee’s heart opened at the acknowledgement. “So? Take me to her.”

    *

    Lee followed where Morgan led. They passed through the corridor that led to the Denon Wing. Lee guessed they were headed to Roman Antiquities, but when Morgan stopped near a group of chattering tourists, Lee was slightly confused. She looked at Morgan with a silent questioning.
    “There she is. My greatest love,” Morgan said as she gazed up the grand staircase to the woman known as the Winged Victory . Everyone around them disappeared as Lee looked at Morgan.
    Lee never thought she would once again get to see the passion and adoration in Morgan’s face when she studied art. The love shone in her eyes as she stared up at the marble beauty. Lee wished in that moment that she was a marble statue.
    “Take me to her,” Lee said again.
    They made their way up the steps slowly as if approaching the Goddess herself, asking with each rise, permission to enter her presence and adore her. When they finally ascended and stood at the base of the steps, they both stared in silence. Lee felt as if she were seeing Nike for the first time. She stood in companionable silence next to Morgan and studied the exquisite detail, from the quills of her feathered wings to the delicate fabric clinging intimately to her body.
    “She never ceases to amaze me with her secrets,” Morgan said almost too quietly for anyone to hear. If Lee hadn’t been listening for the sound of Morgan’s soft breathing, she might have missed it too.
    “Do you speak to her?” Lee asked so that only Morgan could hear.
    “Sometimes.”
    They spent a few more minutes walking around the Nike , quietly absorbing her presence.
    “Where to next Miss…Lee?”
    “How about we just walk and stop when something speaks to us?” Lee couldn’t remember anything she wanted to see. For now, she was more than content just being in the company of life’s most beautiful things, Morgan definitely included.

    *

    Morgan led Lee in and out of gallery after gallery, stopping occasionally when Lee would ask her a question or if Morgan had something she found fascinating to share with Lee. Morgan had long forgotten her initial frustration of being interrupted and was enjoying the company of her “special” guest. The