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How manly he looked right there, wearing a shirt and pants with a tie – shaped by life and not the gym. Maybe he had one of those chin up bars in his doorway and he took his lonely nights out on that, building up his arms so that he’d fit well into his suit.
    How many men still did that? All of the boys she went out with always made that same sound when they unbuckled their jeans and undid their belt. There was no reveal there. No layers to peal away. They all just talked about jobs and money or how they were going to change one and get more of the other.
    T he sun gave its last burst of light through the blinds.              
    “Come on,” she said, turning away but making sure he kept his eyes on her. “You need these done tonight, right?”
    She made herself comfortable in the chair and set the machine to start developing. Asher grunted a bit, not liking to see the enemy he had always stayed away from. She didn’t hunch over like most people do when they sit at a computer. Her back was straight, and her eyes focused with interest at the screen in front of her. Even the way she handled the mouse was delicate and careful. The hint of the outline of her breasts made the sounds of the machine starting up a bit more bearable for Asher to listen to. Soon, those sounds faded out and all that was left was her movements. Jessica knew he was looking, but he wasn’t stealing glances, and didn’t look away when she turned quickly and caught him looking down at the small space between her pants and her shirt where the tip of her panties showed.
    After all, she spent an hour in front of that specials bin at Victoria ’s Secret picking out the perfect bra and panties, so she might as well get some attention for it. How many women spent so long on choosing their undergarments only to have them either go unseen or just ripped off when they were seen.
    “ You want 8 by10 in black and white, right?” she said, not moving so that he could continue to look at what he wished. “I’ve seen enough movies with men like you in them to know what you’re looking for.”
    “I think I’m a little shocked that you’re not a little shocked by what these pictures contain.”
    “There’s nothing to be squeamish about when looking inside the human body,” she told him, leaning in closer to the screen to make sure the settings were right. “Violence is a part of who were are. Love is part of who were are as well, it’s all about what part you choose to listen to.”
    “ You’re pretty amazing to still have that perspective on the world,” Asher said.
    “Must be amazing to have seen so much,” Jessica replied. “In fact, you’ve got my heart racing just a bit. Can you hear it?”
    He was aroused by her intelligence and the deepness of her thoughts. Each of her words made him want to see more of what was underneath her clothes. She loved the way he looked in the layers of his suit. Neither of them wanted to make a move because the anticipation of it all was so excruciatingly exciting.
    Jessica moved first, walking over to the printer, leaving only an inch of space between herself and Asher as she passed. The heat between them made him feel as if her backside was rubbing against him. Sunshine from outside tried its best to fill that space between them, but the tension would not allow the light to get through. After pulling out the tray to make sure the photos didn’t fall, she walked back over to Asher and sat on the table opposite him.
    “It’ll take about a half hour to print,” she said. “Might as well take off your jacket and make yourself comfortable. If you hadn’t noticed, the AC is on a timer – and it shut off when you walked in here.”
    “I’m comfortable in these clothes,” he said, loosening his tie and finally noticing that he had sweated straight through his shirt. “I like the weight of the clothes I wear. It leaves me less exposed to the world. Too much can go wrong. My lord you are