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just as she was three years earlier. She was perfect in his eyes and needn"t have to change. The celebration of the person"s soul came firstto him… the body was secondary. He loved Michelle long before he loved her body, and that was not only of the utmost importanceto him… it was the way he believed it should be. He proceeded to delicately caress and kiss her all over her upper body.
    To Evan"s relief, Michelle welcomed the added attention. She could not believe how Evan knew the right time for everything, almost forgetting that it was her kindness of giving him a timely birthday card that started the whole courtship. After a period of gentle caressing, they awkwardly talked about sexual expectations, and they both were of the same mind. When the time is right, it will happen. Michelle thought about being behind other girls her age regarding her physical development, but each time she did have those thoughts, the thought of Evan"s undying love made it seem insignificant.
August, 1953
    “You sold me. I have enough cash on hand to start paying my share of the rent while I look for ajob,” said Eric Townsend as he checked out Bryan Moore"s apartment.
    “Great,” said Bryan. “If you"re around later tonight, you can meet some of my friends. One nice aspect of living in the big city is that you can be unattached and still not feel alone. There are plenty of people around to make lots of friends.”
    “Sounds good, Bryan. I think I need to be around a lot of people. I was just in the Midwest for quite a few years. It was nice, but I ended up spending all my leisure time with a girl. She was rather young. Nice kid and everything, but she just wasn"t my type. She liked to jump around from one guy to the next, usually someone older who only wanted her for thesex. I didn"t quite fit that mold.”
    “You meet that type here, but they are generally older… at least our age. But you also find a lot of cultured ladies who you can have decent conversation with. So what took you out to the Midwest?”
    “Oh… uh… change of scenery. I have the tendency to get restless and crave change.”
“So that would explain why you moved from the city to the rural area and then back to the city again. When you say Midwest, I assume you aren"t talking about a big city like Chicago?”
“No, I was in Indiana. I worked on a farm, in fact.”
“From the theaterto the farm?”
“Like I said, I tend to keep moving. But I am getting the itch for the theateragain.”
“Is there anything you don’t do?”
“Sure. I avoid real dangerous occupations and hobbies. It… keeps me looking young, eh? Seriously, I always loved the theater best, I think. I worked for a Shakespearean company in London, too.”
“You sure have done a lot in your short life. I thought I"ve been around, but you have not only been around, you"re quite diversified.”
It’s best if I don’t tell him I’ve had a few tours of duty in merry old England, thought Eric. And he would never believe I also did some time in the Greek theater as well.
“So did you want to go to the theater district here in New York to look for work then?” asked Bryan. “I thought you wanted to catch a play when you asked me for directions.”
“Yeah. I figure I may as well do some work I am accustomed to doing.”
“So… are you a stagehand? Do you do any acting?”
“I"ve done some of everything. Generally, I offer my services as a stagehand, sooner or later do some understudying, and then one night I end up filling in for someone who calls in sick. Sometimes I catch a big break.”
“That"s odd. I would think that once you get acting experience, you can easily use that experience on your resume to get in the door as an actor elsewhere.”
“Well… first of all, I"m just content to be in the atmosphere of the theater. Secondly, I prefer to be paid under the table. There aren"t many men knocking on doors looking to be farm workers or stagehands these days. So typically I can work