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For about two years after I'd first met Lucianna, my life was better than it had ever been. We still didn't live together, but we visited one another regularly. We talked, we made love, we cooked for one another in the nude (save aprons, since nipple burns are no fun), and we watched movies together while she regaled me on her artistic interpretations of them. My life was far richer for having her in it.One day, though, I got a call from her asking me to come over as soon as I could. Of course I drove straight over. I opened the apartment door and saw her sitting at her dining room table, naked as usual, but staring at the floor with a letter on the table. ?What's wrong?? I asked, not bothering to remove my own clothes.?It's something big,? she started taking deep breaths. ?I have to do it. But I don't know if I can.??Is it something to do with that notarized letter there? It's pretty official-looking.? Luci handed me the letter silently. It informed her that her aunt Judith had recently passed away, and had named Lucianna in her will. I set it back down. ?Well, if she named you in her will, I'd imagine that's a good thing. She'll likely be leaving something to you.?She finally looked me in the face. ?I'm not so sure about that. I was never terribly close with her... and what's worse is my parents will be there. I...I don't know if I have the courage to face them again.??Whether you do or not, it's best that you do. And I promise, I'll be there by your side. If your courage istanbul travesti falters, go ahead and fall back on me.??A-are you sure?? She looked up pleadingly. ?I'm not asking too much of you? I mean, I feel kind of selfish having you come along. Don't you need to look after your kids??I put a hand on the back of her neck and kissed her forehead. ?You're not asking anything of me. I'm making you an offer. Besides, Lindsay's really matured since you and I started dating. I think she's deliberately trying to show me how good she is at looking after the house just so I can trust her to manage things and have more time to spend with you.? I chuckled and gave a proud smile. ?Oh, if only my mother could have seen that. She kept telling me I was raising an unfeeling narcissist. I can't imagine much I'd love more than to rub her stupid face in this.?Luci lifted her head. "Okay. We can do this.""If it's for you, I can swallow my disdain for New York for a couple days," I said, typing a note for myself on my phone. "I'll book us a couple round-trip tickets and a hotel room. La Guardia is the best airport, right?""No, JFK's better. Closer to where we need to be, and much better facilities."***A week, a six-hour plane flight, and a half-hour subway ride later, Luci and I walked through the concrete jungle, her constantly shooting me New York etiquette reminders out the side of her mouth. ?Keep your eyes ahead of you.? ?Don't pull out a map.? ?Try not to look like a istanbul travestileri tourist.? ?Don't gawk at how tall the buildings are.? ?Walk like you know where you're going.? The last one was by far the hardest since I didn't know where I was going, and had to hold onto her hand to find my way. While I didn't dare look up, the sign on the front entrance was unmistakable.?I thought we were here to get you closure, not to visit tourist attractions,? I mused as we made our way through the revolving door of the Empire State Building.She smirked at me. ?I told you, didn't I? Our business and the tourist attraction happen to be at the same place.?Just as I was about to press a button to summon an elevator, she pulled me away. ?No, that one doesn't go high enough. Over here.? Once we were inside, she pushed the button for the 64th floor. ?This should get us all the way up to Cohen, Frankfurt, can shut off most of the world around you when necessary but instantly let it back in at a moment's notice; don't mind being in the middle of a sea of high-octane, tightly-wound, hair-triggered people; have muscle memory for every single corner, lamppost, and hot dog cart... eh, you get the idea. Suffice it to say, I'd have been horribly lost, drowning in a sea of humans walking down it like there was nobody else there, overwhelmed by the oppressive noise, sight, and constant jostling without Lucianna to hold onto me.Our fingers entwined, she subtly moved her hand forward travesti istanbul and back, left and right to silently communicate with me where to go. While it didn't really endear me to the City that Never Sleeps, it gained me a good deal of respect for her. She'd always had the perfect balance between a Type A and B personality, and had told me more than once that dating me had given her courage to stand up to unreasonable customers at The Freaky Llama, which I had trouble believing. If she grew up in a place like this, it made all that much more sense.Every time we got to a spot that looked suitable to take a break, I insisted we do so. I wasn't winded?far from it, I jogged five miles every morning?but I still felt when surrounded by so many people like I could barely breathe. It was rare for them to touch me, but their mere proximity felt like sandbags crushing me from all angles. Still, I couldn't deny that the sights were breathtaking. Everything about the city was just so innovative, so coordinated, so human. And seeing Luci in her natural element was so right. Her very personality glowed, and watching her walking beside me, the wind blowing through her hair, I fell in love with her all over again.And then...came that.We walked along the sidewalk, taking in the view of the Atlantic ocean, and as we crossed a street, I saw a pair of reflecting pools in the ground. A bit of a break from what I'd come to expect of the city's scheme, but it struck me as good a place as any to catch my breath once more. But as soon as I made a move toward a nearby bench, Luci didn't move with me. I looked over at her and saw her, staring at the pools like a deer in headlights. It was more than a little jarring. ?Luci? Dear, what's the matter??