“Play it, Sam.”

I play it, sing it, my black fingers aching to caress your white face.

Do I have any chance with you, Ilsa? I could at least profess to you. See what happens.

Rick swoops in. My boss.

“Sam, I thought I told you never to play—”

David is a professor at Seton Hill University in Greensburg, PA, and a student in Seton Hill’s MFA in Writing Popular Fiction Program.