Chapter 51: How about you stay?

Moonlight lay soft over the glass, and the autumn breeze carried a cool edge. It stirred the curtains of the yoga room. From within the dim space came faint, breathy moans, and the curtains kept swaying. Their bodies tangled. Pain at first, then, slowly, a kind of aching pleasure. It took time. Long enough that the Ecological Summit dispersed and everyone went home. People in the crowd still could not find Dante Easton. His phone rang unanswered. "Natalie, you really haven't seen my Dante?" Pamela,...