I helped set up the museum displays.

I was the assistant to the designer, and I often stayed behind to finish up when he took off for the night. The evening I gave in to my secret fantasy, there was only me and a single security guard in the gaping maw of the building. Personnel had been cut back due to budget restrictions, and I’d gotten to know the several guards who were occasionally assigned the night shift.

That night it was Caleb. Ex-military, large and broad, with a crew cut and an easy smile. I’d had a crush — a little more than a crush, maybe — for a few weeks. As I worked arranging some dry, weathered logs for a diorama, I felt a familiar swirling energy in my stomach. I’d only given in to this one particular fantasy a handful of times, but it was running through my mind... Read More