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Alana melted again into Alan’s kiss and felt her body reply to his growing need… beautiful, firm, hard to her ever increasing wetness. She felt the inertia of the kiss, almost falling as Alan broke the kiss and very grateful he was supporting her. She had no idea what ATM was but knew getting something to eat and then being together in his home was a very good idea!
She was speechless looking around. Some paintings she recognized. Alan took her hand and led her to his office. Upon walking into the room full of books and papers, Alan went directly to his desk and grabbed his keys and a few things. Alana moved toward his desk as if she was approaching a sleeping fawn. Staring at what looked to her to be the keys of a typewriter just lying on his desk, all by itself. Alana’s eyes widened at a bright light that did not hurt her eyes, but had images on its smooth surface. She watched Alan sit at the chair and start tapping at the keys and stepped back when the screen changed and then it suddenly went black!
Alan looked at her and laughed, stood up, took her hand as he shut off the light and locked the door. They made their way through the museum and said ‘goodnight’ to the night guard at the door.
Then, as if she was physically thrown backwards she was at the top of a grand staircase outside. Alana gasped and felt faint. Alan held her up. She was staring at cars moving down Fifth Avenue. Her mind in a tizzy she said, “Oh my! Are those horseless carriages?! I think they could be, what else would move like that, and so fast! They look like bubbles!” As they descended the stairs she turned… “This is the Metropolitan Museum of Art! I know where I am!! I live nearby. Well, lived. This is so much to take in!”
The streets were stoned and paved and cleaner. The night streets illuminated. Alan stopped her at the stop light and she dared not step further into the path of the moving bubbles! And then, as if everyone knew what to do, they stopped and Alan and Alana were allowed to cross. She glared at people in their cars and then quickly wondered what they may think of her, noticing they glared back!
They made their way to Madison Avenue and Alan pulled a hard calling card from his wallet slipped it into a slot by a door. This store was so brightly lit, with not one person in it! The door made a buzzing sound and Alan opened the door for her. They went in and she barely blinked watching Alan touch moving images on a glass and then money came out of a slot! Alana thought, “Is this what the future is like? You can get money from a wall if you need it? Amazing!”
They left the lonely, bright lit store and Alan hailed a bubble. They both got in and Alan told the driver where they were going. Manhattan could have been another planet to Alana! Images swiftly passing by the bubble at a great speed! They reached their destination, a nice restaurant with writing she recognized but only saw in print. It was Japanese. For a moment she thought perhaps that is what everyone spoke now, but realized the street signs and stores were in English.
They went in and were welcomed! She felt as if everyone’s eyes were on her. Could it be her dress? It is not odd, although everyone dressed odd and brazen like Alan! She smiled “I am going to like this!”
She was speechless looking around. Some paintings she recognized. Alan took her hand and led her to his office. Upon walking into the room full of books and papers, Alan went directly to his desk and grabbed his keys and a few things. Alana moved toward his desk as if she was approaching a sleeping fawn. Staring at what looked to her to be the keys of a typewriter just lying on his desk, all by itself. Alana’s eyes widened at a bright light that did not hurt her eyes, but had images on its smooth surface. She watched Alan sit at the chair and start tapping at the keys and stepped back when the screen changed and then it suddenly went black!
Alan looked at her and laughed, stood up, took her hand as he shut off the light and locked the door. They made their way through the museum and said ‘goodnight’ to the night guard at the door.
Then, as if she was physically thrown backwards she was at the top of a grand staircase outside. Alana gasped and felt faint. Alan held her up. She was staring at cars moving down Fifth Avenue. Her mind in a tizzy she said, “Oh my! Are those horseless carriages?! I think they could be, what else would move like that, and so fast! They look like bubbles!” As they descended the stairs she turned… “This is the Metropolitan Museum of Art! I know where I am!! I live nearby. Well, lived. This is so much to take in!”
The streets were stoned and paved and cleaner. The night streets illuminated. Alan stopped her at the stop light and she dared not step further into the path of the moving bubbles! And then, as if everyone knew what to do, they stopped and Alan and Alana were allowed to cross. She glared at people in their cars and then quickly wondered what they may think of her, noticing they glared back!
They made their way to Madison Avenue and Alan pulled a hard calling card from his wallet slipped it into a slot by a door. This store was so brightly lit, with not one person in it! The door made a buzzing sound and Alan opened the door for her. They went in and she barely blinked watching Alan touch moving images on a glass and then money came out of a slot! Alana thought, “Is this what the future is like? You can get money from a wall if you need it? Amazing!”
They left the lonely, bright lit store and Alan hailed a bubble. They both got in and Alan told the driver where they were going. Manhattan could have been another planet to Alana! Images swiftly passing by the bubble at a great speed! They reached their destination, a nice restaurant with writing she recognized but only saw in print. It was Japanese. For a moment she thought perhaps that is what everyone spoke now, but realized the street signs and stores were in English.
They went in and were welcomed! She felt as if everyone’s eyes were on her. Could it be her dress? It is not odd, although everyone dressed odd and brazen like Alan! She smiled “I am going to like this!”
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