y knee touched his, as soft and silent as memory. An accidental touch maybe? After all, I was only leaning over him looking at some photos I had let him take of me with his digital camera to begin our session “Oh I like that one I said”, gesturing to the small photo on his camera screen, “show me the others” I urged him and as he began to flip through the others my hand rested just on the back of his left shoulder that I was peering over. Feigning interest in the images I bent over so we were cheek to cheek allowing the sharp scent of my Fame perfume to linger up to his nose. Yes, his face was …
