The Capture of her and his life transformed...

Listen well, my dear reader.
(After love, we've settled ourselves.

** She rests her head upon my bare, shoulder-blade, and gazes into the white expanse of ceiling: The walls, a blue sky; the ceiling, a canvas, for her to paint pictures with her mind. Her eyes are open, smiling.

** There isn't a sound, but for our breathing together; murmurs lingering in the bedroom, broken only by my tale,...

...told softly, whispering. A caress upon her ear.)

**
** "When I was a young man, long before I'd met you...."

"....Ahh, give yourself a name, Pamfilo," [interrupting, of course!] "Tell it,
as if you are a character in a book, or story. That would be so much better"

Yes..so much better.
And so,.....