Concerts triggered other memories and I walked back into the front room and stared at the poster on the wall.It was the Melissa Etheridge poster that I'd bought at the concert Alicia and I had attended in Denver in '89. Alicia had practically attacked me in the car on the way home. When I insisted on not pulling over, she yanked her jeans and panties to her ankles and proceeded to finger herself to a noisy orgasm. I'd often smiled when a glimpse of the poster reminded me of that night.It went in the box.Not everything that Alicia had given me was sent into exile. Some of the shirts had too slim an emotional attachment to warrant the bare spot in my closet. Similarly, the coffee mug had more associations with blurry mornings here in Tucson than it did with her. In the end, I still had an overflowing box.Which went in the back corner of the closet. I sat in my front room and scanned for residual spirits.I realized the sunlit patch that I'd told Sharon about was likely to be a problem.. ‘What about you? Have you been dating, are you in a relationship?’ I asked. I felt my heart sink as I waited for the blow. ‘Happy Birthday.’ She said and lifted herself up leaned across the table and kissed me. The shock lasted a split second, her lips lingered in front of mine. I didn’t hesitate and leaned in and I closed the gap, this time unhurried. Her kiss was soft and warm as her tongue brushed my lip tentatively asking for permission to enter. There was a soft shuffling noise and the close clink of a plate. I was loath to part from her. Chrissy’s eyes popped open looking into mine shocked as she pulled back and sat down, her cheeks bright pink. I just grinned. She peeked up at the waitress, who had a huge grin on her face as she set the plates down on the edge of the table, rather than between us. ‘You two lovebirds want another round?’ ‘Not just yet.’ I replied looking at our half filled glasses. As soon as the waitress walked away Chrissy started giggling, and I quickly.
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