Freeze Frame
By Tim Mead
The place: Colby, Ohio, and its environs
The time: shortly before midnight on a Saturday night in late February.
Ben, who was working at his computer, jumped when Toby began to massage his shoulders.
“Hi, babe. I didn’t hear you…mmm. That’s nice. Don’t stop!”
“You like that, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess I’ve been hunched over this keyboard for too long.”
“Well, it is almost midnight. You’ve been at it since we cleaned up the kitchen after supper. It’s a good thing we didn’t have any plans for this evening.”
Ben swiveled around and pulled Toby down onto his lap.
“What a rotten thing to do to you on a Saturday night!” he said into his lover’s ear.
“I know when your muse gooses you in the ass, you have to do something about it.”
Ben was running his hand over Toby’
