I PUT ON A RISQUE dress that showed just a little too much cleavage, and I drove up Hillcrest Road with Harry. He pulled over to the side, and I moved toward him. I’d stuck with nude lipstick, because I knew red would be pushing it. I was careful to control the elements enough but not too much, because I didn’t want it to look perfect. I wanted to be sure the photo wouldn't look staged. I needn’t have been worried. Pictures speak very loudly. In general, we can almost never shake what we see with our eyes. “So how do you want to do this?” Harry said. “Are you nervous?” I asked him. “Have you kissed a woman before?” Harry looked at me as if I was an idiot. “Of course I have.” “Have you ever made love to one?” “Once.” “Did you like it?” Harry thought. “That one’s harder to answer.” “Pretend I’m a man, then,” I said. “Pretend you have to have me.” “I can kiss you unprompted, Evelyn. I don’t need you to direct me.” “We have to be doing it long enough that when they come by, it looks like we’ve been here for a while.” Harry messed up his hair and pulled at his collar. I laughed and messed mine up, too. I pushed one shoulder off my dress. “Ooh,” Harry said. “It’s getting very racy in here.” I pushed him away, laughing. We heard a car coming up behind us, the headlights shining ahead. Panicked, Harry grabbed me by both arms and kissed me. He pressed his lips hard against mine, and just as the car passed us, he ran one hand through my hair. “I think it was just a neighbor,” I said, watching the car’s rear lights as it made its way farther up the canyon. Harry grabbed my hand. “We could do it, you know.” “What?”