âHey Izzy, itâs okay. I mean, if you donât want to go out with Greg, itâs fine. I donât care, just be happy, Iâll be glad.â Moe French chuckled. âI gonna take a shower and go to bed. Youâll close the shop, baby ?â
He disappered into the first floor bathroom.
That night, Gold slept. He dreamed.
He dreamed of a blue-eyed woman, in his arms, caressing his face. They were both naked, standing and facing each other, but it was very innocent. She grabbed his hair and pulled him forward for a deep kiss. Her tongue was magical, and stroked his. He grunted and pulled her into him tighter.