The more Fez and Embo got to know each other, the more they realized how totally different they were.

Where Fez loved blue, Embo thought orange was bright and beautiful.

If Embo thought commitment was essential, Fez thought it was a waste of time and life was too short to surely spend on just one individual.

Still, they enjoyed each other’s dry humour and cynicism, wit and intelligence. They could talk about any subject comfortably and informatively.

What was so similar about the two, and they probably did not realize this, was their need for love even when they fought so hard to keep it at arms length. Their inability to get to the heart of the matter even when they could talk about nothing in particular all day intelligently.

They had both mastered the art of distance, the science of nonchalance.


Eve lay in bed and watched Danai get ready, she didn’t start work until next week.

She loved to see her do her morning rituals: from the bathroom naked, doing her ironing in her underwear, tidying her hair – it always turned her on.

When Danai was finally done, with a few minutes to spare. She thought she might make something to eat, Eve sat up and stretched and the sheets fell off, revealing her perfect breasts ,she looked tousled and cute.

She got out languidly and naked, made it to the kitchenette and wrapped her arms around Danai from the back,
‘you smell so good’ she said, licking her neck.

‘Thanks baby…’ Danai gave a little moan.
Eve started to rub her breasts against her shirt.

‘Mmh-uh babe…’ Danai protested weakly.

Eve slide an arm under the shirt and cupped a bra-ed breast.

‘Baby…’ Danai tried again as threw her head back with pleasure.

A few minutes later, Danai’s clothes were nicely placed on a chair, they made love quickly.

‘You are bad for me, I’m going to be late!’

‘Shhhh,’ was all Eve said.