Late in the evening over a Kentucky sky the grass was bright blue, illuminating through the night. Pretty Sara laid with the Professor on a hammock in her yard. Reciting phrases from his book about aloud about post Sumerian history. Sara was impressed, she hung on to each word. Feeling more comfortable she quit the stalling. This was not her first strange affair. She had a knack for embracing unusual relationships. "You look so young and beautiful in the moon lit night," he told her while she leaned for a kiss. The night went on predictably as the thunder grew stronger.
James and Rosemary were playing pool several hundred miles away in a dark cabaret. Passing by some town, unknown name, no plans to stay. Rosemary looked like a Phoenix under the black pool lights...