We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.
Anais Nin
"Drink!" I order Zack who fails to correctly guess my birth month after the fifth try and though grumbling, he takes the cup to his lips and takes a drink.
"You can't blame me though, there are twelve months in a year and I have never been a good guesser." He laments, dropping the cup on the table. "Since I've completely failed in every attempt to guess your birth month, would you mind telling me?"
"I could but what fun will be in that?" I ask, nodding my cup towards him before taking a small sip.
Zack is in a red T-shirt and black jean he'
