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breath she didn’t realize she was holding, and on second thought, quickly locked the apartment so Zach couldn’t come back in.
     
    “Well done, love,” Johnny said, making her jump slightly.  He was clapping now.  “Bravo, good show, and all that.  I take it that was a boyfriend.”
     
    “No,” Izzy said, shaking her head as she sat down on the couch.  “A boyfriend is someone who loves you and cherishes you and respects you and who doesn’t cheat on you with long-legged whores.”
     
    “I, too, noticed she had long legs,” Johnny said, placing his finger on the tip of his chin as he sat down next to her.  “You know, I’ve never seen such clothing before.  If I’m being honest, I prefer your fashions to the ones I’m used to.  Covers up much too much, you know.”
     
    Izzy rolled her eyes.  “I’m kicking you out of the house too,” she told him.  “I’m just waiting to make sure Zach and his...”  She couldn’t come up with a better word than whore, and didn’t want to repeat herself.  “Well… I’m waiting until they’ve gone.”
     
    “You know,” Johnny said, his voice suddenly very low and he scooted next to the young woman so his knee gently grazed hers, “the best remedy for this sort of… situation , I’ve found, is to release all of the emotions I’m sure you’re feeling in a physical sort of manner.”  He coyly wrapped his arm around Izzy’s shoulder, and though Izzy tried to refrain, her lips curled up into a smirk.
     
    “So, you’re familiar with love?” Izzy asked him, tilting her head up so she could get a good look at him.  “You know, deep true love?”
     
    “’course I am,” Johnny said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.  “Ladies were constantly throwing themselves at me.  Quite pitiful, actually, but what could I do?  I was – am – an attractive young man!  I have to give the ladies what they want.  And there’s plenty of me to go around.”  He still had yet to release his arm from her.
     
    Izzy rolled her eyes once again and gave her stranger a flat look.  “That’s not love, you know,” she told him.
     
    “Well, what you have, well had if we’re being technical – wasn’t love either,” Johnny told her firmly.
     
    “And how’s that?” Izzy said, shrugging off his arm and leaning back into her couch, trying to get comfortable.
     
    “Love is in the way you look at each other,” Johnny said knowingly, almost as though he was a teacher instructing a student.  “Even when you’re mad at each other or you’re sad or whatever.  When you look at someone, anyone, it makes no difference, right?  But when you look at the man – or woman, I don’t discriminate – you love , there’s no hiding it.  It’s like they say; eyes are the windows to the soul.  They do say that still, don’t they?” he asked, unsure.
     
    “Yes, they still say that,” Izzy said with a sigh.
     
    “And for good reason!” Johnny continued.  “It’s obviously one of the universal laws that still remain true today!  You can’t hide love, love, at least not from your eyes.  And, to be honest, you two were not in love with each other.  Maybe at one time you were, but not now.”  He paused, and then looked at Izzy seriously.  “Now, darling, be a dear and point me in the general direction of where you keep the wine.  You do have wine, don’t you?”
     
    “Johnny,” Izzy began, giving him a look.
     
    “Yes, love?” Johnny asked, and flashed her another one of his charming smiles.
     
    “Get out of my house.” 
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    Johnny frowned at the door that the woman, Izzy or whatever her name was, had subsequently slammed in his face.  Where was he supposed to go in a place he wasn’t familiar with?  He had been quite overwhelmed, surveying the various contents of the place she had lived in.  Devices that played music, sinks that were fully capable of providing water, and