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Couple is finally able to let loose.

" He said in awe, "and its mine!"

"You better put that away," Clark cautioned him, "Waving that money around like that you won't have it long. Some jerk will relieve you of it without a moment's thought about it and you could end up with a bullet hole in exchange."

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Justin rolled up the money and put it into his front pocket. They stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the lobby. The doors opened, they stepped out and headed for the exit. They couldn't help but notice a couple of uniformed police officers at the reception desk speaking to the receptionist. They looked at each other and quickened their pace out of the building. Whatever they were there for, they didn't want to have any part in it.

Once they were back in Clark's car rolling down the road Justin said, "I'm starving, lets go get something to eat. My treat." He looked over at Clark smiling broadly. "Since you paid for my lunch and all, it's the least I can do."

"Okay, fine with me. I'm pretty hungry myself." He continued to pay attention to his driving, "Where do you want to go to eat?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"There's a nice Italian place not far from here. The food is great and the prices aren't too bad." He looked over at Justin for a moment. "Do you like Italian food?"

"Hey, if it tastes good, I like it." He grinned, "Does it taste good?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

"Okay, lets go there." Justin leaned back in his seat, reclined it a notch or two and closed his eyes. "Dam, how many times did we get dressed and undressed today?"

"I don't know, I lost count." Clark continued, "If we are going to do modeling jobs, we are likely to do that a lot."

"Yeah, I guess so."

There was silence for awhile before Clark turned the radio on with the volume low.

"If you don't mind, could I see that picture in your pocket?" He looked over at Justin who looked like he was comfortably asleep with his eyes closed.

Justin opened his eyes, turned his head to the side so he was looking at Clark, "Yeah, why not." The pain of the past, the thoughts of his losses returned to him in a flash. The heart ache struck him once again, and the sorrow welled up inside of him. He held it in check though as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the picture. He held it and looked at it for awhile. Clark looked over at Justin who's face lost the cheery glow from moments before.

"Oh geeze, sorry man." Clark apologized realizing what his request had done.

Justin looked away from the picture, looked into Clark's eyes, then sadly back at the picture for a moment before handing it to Clark.

Clark held it at the top of the steering wheel with his right hand holding the picture and the steering wheel. The picture was somewhat wrinkled from having spent time in Justin's pocket. The small hole in the middle hid a portion of the other guys body from view. Clark studied the picture between paying attention to his driving. Justin's face once again looked straight ahead. Neither of them said anything for awhile. Clark handed the picture back to Justin who took it and returned it to his back pocket without another glance at it.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Clark asked cautiously.

"That's a picture of me and the guy who lived next door to me in our apartment building. You can see, that it was probably taken from across the back alley with a telephoto lense viewed through his bedroom window." Justin didn't look at Clark as he continued, "Marty and I use to play with each other sexually. He was my first sexual experience. He's a really nice older guy. He was always very nice to me and we got along great." Justin was immersed in thoughts of Marty and him together, how they had such fun together, not only when they were having sex, but other times too when they went to the park and ball games and stuff like that.

"I came home from running an errand for my Mom to find our apartment had been broken into.

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