6.
 "Of course," Charlie said, stepping back. Marie's loafers made hard sounds on the floor as she entered the house. With her entered an ambiance that changed the house from a lonely barn into a glimpse of the unattainable. Having her this close unnerved Charlie. He was much more comfortable watching from a distance. And yet he was excited. Looking was his form of music; and her breasts played the universe's most basic and natural song, common to cells and stars; why the very Earth was a globe, and the symmetry of those perfect breasts was a divine harmony. Marie seemed to sense his mixed emotions, and did not press him. "Why don't you show me around?" she suggested quietly. "And then we'll make tea."
Horrified, Charlie remembered the telescope.
"It's okay," she said as though reading his mind.
He showed her the rooms, upstairs and down. "So this is where you work," she said. She walked past the telescope, which stood aimed at her bedroom, barely touching it with her precious fingers. Charlie felt a swoosh of relief. Then she turned, and the telescope was between them. "Charlie, will you level with me?"
His heart nearly stopped.
"Charlie, you have been watching, haven't you?"
"No," he insisted. "No, not at all."
She laughed. "Charlie, it's okay. It's OKAY. Will you tell me all about yourself?"
He did. They made tea in his kitchen, and sat for an hour or two, while light turned to dark, day to night, and the owl and the bat and the squirrel made their nests outside in the swishing trees. "I have been so full of longing," Charlie told her, staring at the glossy V where her bare breasts met behind the top button of her blouse.
"I understand," she said, "we are all full of longing."
"Then you don't mind?" he asked plaintively.
"Charlie," she said sternly, and her beautiful features crinkled in a smile.
Charlie, strengthened by her approval, protested: "It's not unnatural. It's it's...just me."
"Of course," she said, pressing her fingers between her knees. "We feel the same way."
"We?"
"Steven and I." There was a caution in her eyes, a withholding, fondly, against possible worldly harm to her mate.
"You're married, huh?" Bargaining time. Information exchange. Letting down further barriers.
"Yes. But we're different, Charlie, SO different, and society just doesn't understand."
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