Cross Roads

Gloria had been unusually quiet but saw her cue to step in. She took off her coat and walked over to the massive stone fireplace. Her long, trim body was lovely to observe. She slowly lowered herself until she was sitting on one of the many skins that was perfectly arranged to feature the warm fire. She began stroking the skin as if it were a pet, yearning for attention. Taking her time, she looked up with a sultry expression and addressed Don with a soft, seductive tone. “Tell me, Don. Tell me the story about this little guy. You must have so many wonderful stories.”

Mori was shocked by the actions of her companion and was about to stop her madness when she saw the expression of pure pleasure on Don’s face. She’d known him for years but at that moment, was not sure if he was reacting to Gloria’s performance or to the memory of the hunt that gave him the exquisite skin. She watched as he sat on the floor next to Gloria where he began to tell his story. Time went on, and Mori wondered if the two of them remembered that she was still in the room. She let him finish the story before interrupting. “Don, we may be able to help you sell off some of your trophies. We’re willin’ to display them at Sticks, and could even post a story behind each piece. It could be a museum for your art.”