Would You

Yes...he read much too much, some said, hence those coke bottles that passed for glasses...perched on another broad brow that narrowed at the bridge of the nose and then flared at the nostrils...deep-set eyes, higher cheekbones...a mouth full of pleasure above a hard chin—all set in a sea of jet.... He was a polished piece of ebony...always 'plugged in' or 'jacked' to something—classical, jazz, new wave, whatever, you name it....he simply was never all there...or so it appeared....

But then that means you need to look below the surface...or at least below the neck.... Start with the neck—a good place—if you paid close attention, the first thought would be 'power'...that should take you to the shoulders, and from there to the chest....Up at five every morning—stretching, flexing, crunches, push-ups—then the run....not the track, if you please—this was hardcore up-the-hills, through the streams, over brambles, jumping rocks, come-back-sweaty-to-me-babi running...which he always did....and if there was time...she licked the sweat off before noodle-boy showered....

Then, we haven't gotten below the waist—that six-pack hidden by tattered sweat shirts and books—then if you ever happened upon him with his hands not in his pockets, you would come across what even baggy jeans couldn't hide....Sweeti had a lethal weapon—long-barreled and high caliber—and he was, by all accounts, an excellent marksman....in another life, he might be Pleasure's Assassin—in her hire...at her beck-and-call....and all at 5'8"....

They were a pair....freakish within reason; sophisticatedly kinky....and capable of morphing into any number of roles....it was role playing they loved best....

Of course, playing the part also implies dressing it...and this is really where this story begins.... Our two principals, you see, were chameleons—'changelings'—in more ways than one...in more ways than each of them had figured up to that point.... Each of them could morph from drab caterpillar/moth to dazzling, monarchical butterfly....given the occasion, they were capable of stunning, even brilliant, performances in which costuming always fit characterization....