* In a million years, in a heart beat, in a place in between, where romance and money and charm met in a strange confluence, in a place, in a place, he had never dared imagine, short of circumstance, short of imagination, caught between, that was where he was now, half in love with a place, half in love with a body, embarrassed by his own, keeping pace, shadowed and shattered by a past lurking out of reach, grasping for a future, pissing on the day.