My borrowed face and my third-hand grace only reflect your glory

Sex is good with him, but the same as it always is...it's the part that comes after which is different, the lazy pile of skin and heat and sweat that reminds her that he isn't the same as other men or even others of The Folk: he's more, and in that he just might be enough.

It's good to be home, even if I have worlds to do. Ohio was wonderful, and so was the Hall of Fame. I have stories and presents for everyone later.

And Aaron? I want to thank you again for the good time you showed me. You have my number...please don't be afraid to use it.

It was crazy to make a coffee date with a boy that lived in Cincinnati...unless the one making the date was Anne Forsythe.

Calmly making the date and getting the address from Aaron via e-mail, Anne packed a small suitcase with the confidence of a woman who knew that somehow, the universe was listening. Her plans were set in stone, her future certain even if she wasn't aware of the details.

So it was that Monday morning came, and with it the call from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. They were interested in doing a spread for Playboy, especially after the wonderful photo spread that had just come out this week, and wouldn't that be a lovely followup?...

Having posed in the Rock 'n Raunch spread, it was only logical Anne head out with a photographer in tow to take some pictures and meet about the possible article.

She booked her flight, easily making time for the Tuesday coffee meeting since she didn't have to be in Cleveland until Friday. Arriving in the morning, she found her hotel with little trouble and did a little sightseeing before she headed for the address she'd been given. She was a few minutes early, as she expected to be, but instead of going in to order she waited outside for Aaron. After all, if she went in he might think she hadn't shown up, and that wouldn't do at all.

Besides, the weather was just lovely...almost reminded her a little bit of Boston.