“Hey Izzy, it’s okay. I mean, if you don’t want to go out with Greg, it’s fine. I don’t care, just be happy, I’ll be glad.” Moe French chuckled. “I gonna take a shower and go to bed. You’ll close the shop, baby ?”
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.