�What do I have planned for this Saturday?� Robert pondered. He turned his head to the right. Scott was sleeping completely nude and sans covers. The sun also lightly touched Scott�s young flesh. Looking at him now, Robert understood why he loved Scott so much. Scott had just started out as a one-night stand. Robert met him at a club and had taken Scott home with him. That first night was fantastic. They didn�t jump to bed the second they arrived at Robert�s humble one bedroom apartment, instead they sat down and talked. The topics of conversation were wide and varying. Robert�s favorite, however, was their discussion on the forbidden fruit of the Bible. They talked about metaphorical and symbolical meanings of the fruit for what seemed like hours.

�Personally I think the forbidden fruit doesn�t exist.� Scott looked seriously into Robert�s eyes. The inferno of desire began to burn in Robert�s body.

�Why do you think it doesn�t exist?� Robert returned the gaze intently and smiled. Scott smiled back and the flames in Robert�s body got higher.

�Well we were cut off, there�s a guard keeping us out of Eden, so it makes absolutely no sense for it to be among us.� Scott picked up his glass and took a sip of his water. Robert nodded his head in total agreement. It did make sense to him. Scott moved in closer to Robert on the couch.

�I think if there were going to be a forbidden fruit amongst us; it would have to be either peaches or strawberries. Apples just don�t give off a foreboding air.� He touched Robert�s shoulder. �What do you think?�

�Strawberries definitely. I have a sensory orgasm every time I bite into one. I�m not so sure about peaches. Why peaches?� Robert�s mind was screaming in delight with the contact that Scott had made and the forwardness of the gesture in combination with the conversation.

�Peaches are just so juicy. You bite into them and you have sweetness dripping down your chin. There is just something so mysterious and forbidden about a peach.� Scott moved his hand up from Robert�s shoulder to Robert�s cheek. Gently, Scott caressed Robert�s cheekbone.

�There does seem to be something sinful about peaches now that I think of it.� Robert placed his hand on Scott�s knee and basked in the feeling of connection.

Here they were, two weeks later, lying in bed side by side. Robert was content and madly in love with Scott. Strange how love can hit you. Love was the furthest thing from his mind when he saw Scott at the club, but then again, that was only based on image. Scott had a mind and a soul. The package was complete and perfect, body, mind, and soul. Robert lifted his hand from the bed and placed it on Scott�s chest. Within minutes, Robert was asleep again.

�What time is it?� He thought. He looked to at the end table on the far side of his king sized bed. The alarm clock on the end table read noon.

�Wow, I slept in really late. How could Stephanie let me sleep so late?� He slid his legs out of bed and onto the hard wood floor. Normally the floor would be cold and send a chill up Chris� spine, but this morning, wait make that afternoon, Stephanie had opened the curtains and the sun spilled onto the floor. The warmth that greeted his feet pleased him. He sat there for a few moments just soaking in the delicious summer heat.

�Oh you are awake.� Stephanie poked her head around the doorway. �I thought I sensed movement. Good morn�I mean afternoon gorgeous.� Chris rubbed his eyes and suddenly realized that he couldn�t remember what state of dress or lack thereof he was in. He slowly lowered his head and was relieved to see that he was wearing his favorite boxers, the U.S. flag.

�It�s still morning to me. It must be for you too since you�re just making breakfast now. What time did you wake?� Chris stood up and slipped on his slippers and the tank top that was hanging on a post of his bed.

�Just half an hour before you. I read the paper and had some coffee before I realized that I was ravenous.� Chris shuffled towards her, �Do you feel like breakfast? I made more than enough. I suspected you�d be up soon.� He told her that he would love some and they walked to the kitchen.

On the table sat a bowl of scrambled eggs and a plate full of bacon and sausage. Chris poured himself some coffee, grabbed a plate from the cupboard, and went to the table. He sat down and began apportioning some of the eggs onto his plate.

�Would you like some toast?� Stephanie asked as she pulled a loaf of bread out of the breadbox.

�That would be good.� He took a sip of his coffee and started to decide on whether he wanted sausage or bacon.

�Would you like white or wheat?� She walked over to the refrigerator. The white is kept in the breadbox, but the wheat is in the refrigerator. Stephanie had asked Chris about this when she first moved in and the only answer he had given her was that was how things were in his family.

�Do we have any rye left?� Chris had decided on one slice of bacon and one link of sausage. Rye was also kept in the fridge, so Stephanie popped her head in. She pulled out a small loaf of rye, which they had picked up at a delicatessen down the street. As Stephanie made the toast, Chris picked up the Arts section of the newspaper. He hadn�t worked in months, well that�s not true, he did work, but not the work he wanted to do. He wasn�t in love with his job; he made love in his job. Chris scanned the open casting calls, but nothing caught his eye, so he then decided to see what shows were opening soon. He saw that Pittman College was doing �My Fair Lady� for the 3rd year in a row. Pittman College only did one new performance each year. The remainder of the year they ran auditions and rehearsals for �My Fair Lady� so they can open in summer and they ran auditions and rehearsals for their mystery dinner fund-raiser for the fall. That was part of the reason why Chris had left that college. It was stifling his creative growth and expression. Now he would kill for even the smallest part in this production of �My Fair Lady.�

�At least it would be something.� He thought as he continued to scan the paper. The toast popped up out of the toaster and Stephanie caught them on a saucer.

�Would you like anything on your toast sweetie?� She asked as she put two slices of white bread into the toaster and pushed down the lever.

�Yes, I would love a little strawberry jam on one. Thank you Stephanie.� It finally hit Chris that Stephanie was being very accommodating this afternoon. Stephanie was a very nice person, but she never went out of her way to be helpful. It was making Chris suspicious.

�Yeah.� He croaked. His voice was obviously not ready to speak; he cleared his throat.

�Hello?� He said since nobody had answered.

�Mr. Thompson, this is Cera from Hidden Villa Studios.� The old woman�s voice surprised David. Why is an elderly woman working for a porn studio?

�Hello Cera. What can I do for you?� He lifted the ashtray from his rock hard abdomen and returned it to the nightstand.

�We just want to confirm that you will be here at eight o�clock.� Her sweet tone and grandmotherly demeanor comforted him.

�Yes, I�ll be there with bells on.� He chuckled lightly; slightly embarrassed that he used one of his grandmother�s favorite phrases. He relaxed when he heard Cera giggle on the other end of the line.

�You do know how to get here right?� She inquired.

�Yes, I auditioned there once, but I was turned down.� David stated.

�They turned you down! How long ago was that dear?� Cera�s voice expressed surprise and disgust at the same time.

�That was about 3 years ago. I went to Cutting Edge and they took me.� He recounted.

�Well isn�t that a marvelous coincidence then that Cutting Edge went bankrupt and Hidden Villa is groveling to have you join them.� She said so perkily that David began to picture Cera as a body double for Betty White.

�Yeah, it really is. It makes me feel as if I�ve hit the big time.� David continued, �Cera, I have to go. So tell everybody I will be there at eight.�

�Will do sweetheart. Bye.� David was about to say goodbye when he remembered something he wanted to ask.

�Cera, wait, are you still there?� He held his breath, hoping that she hadn�t hung up yet.

�Yep, still here.� She sang.

�Do you know who I�ll be doing this movie with?� He asked.

�Well the scene tonight will have you with�� David could hear papers shuffle, �You�ll be acting with Tawnya Maraschino and Doug Spencer. Is that it Mr. Thompson?�

�Yes, that�s it. Thank you Cera.�

�Oh no problem dear. See you tonight.� The phone clicked. David hung up the phone and placed it back in its charger. He put the ashtray back on his stomach, got another cigarette out of the pack, lit it, and returned his attention to the adventures of the Warrior Princess and her �friend�.

�Hey baby, just wanted to call and let you know that I got into New York at two a.m. Damn I hate red-eyes. I love you and I miss you. I should be back in L.A. tomorrow around five p.m. Call me on my cell when you get this. Talk to ya soon. Give the Empress my love.� She hung up the phone. She went to the mirror and as she did her hair, her stomach gurgled. She decided to get something to eat after she was done putting her make-up on.