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babbling children, mistakenly calling it a Tyrannosaurus, were led by docents, teachers and parents. They flocked around it before being shooed off to various large doorways that led to the exhibits of the Carnegie Museum. Having been taken there twice before as a youngster on two family trips, I felt a bit of that remembered childlike excitement. Being there with Everett, however, made even the giant dinosaur skeleton inconsequential.
    I’d brought a small notebook and focused on a few historic floral references in the Cenozoic exhibit. The dioramas included models of various smaller creatures. The wooly mammoth skeleton that centered the exhibit interested most visitors. I focused on the obscure, how earlier variants of the angiosperms led to modern-day wildflowers, how common ferns had their own giant ancestors.
    Having scanned the room and its displays while I scribbled notes, Everett returned, giving me another one of his chummy half-hugs that were proper in a public setting, but which secretly meant more.
    “Giant bones all around, and you’re honing in on shrubs,” he chided.
    “Actually, it’s quite fascinating,” I argued, half-seriously. “The pluvials and interpluvials, rainfall shifts, are related to glacial melt, and all those thousands and thousands of years led to what we see in any common field.”
    “It’s hard to believe that Heidelberg Man survived while the utterly fabulous sabre-tooth tiger never made it.” I forgot that Everett’s private school education surpassed mine.
    “We still have horses and rhinos.”
    “And reindeer. Come on, let’s watch the kids freak out when they see Santa’s sleigh-pullers as just a bunch of bones.”
    Sauntering in between herds of children and a few adults, the exhibits had lost some of their fascination. It was Everett’s proximity, of course.
    As he gazed at a diorama of a Megatherium (basically a giant sloth) and its accompanying explanatory text, I kept sneaking glances at Everett’s strong profile, the pinkness of his lips when his mouth was open, a stray eyebrow hair, marveling at the memory of his face having only hours before burrowed its way between my legs. The glow of the exhibit lights reflected through the side of his dark eyes. I realized they were not at all black, but brown with slivers of green and yellow.
    “What?”
    “Nothing. Just admiring the miracle of evolution.”
    We sauntered by a doorway that was blocked off with a wall panel and a ‘Temporarily Closed’ sign. We’d almost passed it, when I felt Everett’s hand grab my elbow.
    “Come on.”
    I immediately knew what he was up to. I hesitated, for a moment.
    Sub-Saharan murals surrounded a smaller darkened exhibit room. A few unopened crates sat next to empty plastic display shelves. Even in the dim light, the room felt somehow comforting.
    Everett led me to a far corner and expectedly pulled me into a hasty embrace. Despite my initial misgivings, I dropped my notepad and returned his kiss. We hastily shoved hands inside our clothes, not daring to unbutton anything, at first.

    After a few open-mouthed sloppy kisses and some whispered gasps, I felt his hand atop my head give a gentle push.

    “Here?” Another dare; if that was what it took to keep up with him, I was determined to try.

    “Sure. Nobody’s coming in here.”

    “Except you, maybe.”

    I knelt, fumbled for his zipper, fished out his erection and struggled to find a proper angle to take him in. He thrust toward me, his zipper scraping my cheek. I was somewhat annoyed by his forceful hand.
    “Dude, you’re making me pluvial,” he joked.
    And, in the moment between my full-mouth chuckle and his near-orgasm, the quite expected occurred.
    “Is someone in here?” An elderly guard, probably used to lesser indiscretions, appeared, annoyed but not surprised. Perhaps he couldn’t see clearly.
    “Oh, uh, sorry,” I stuttered, jumping to my feet.
    Everett swiftly turned around, having flopped his coat hem