In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

"What? Oh."
The bugs were lined up in a row next to the computer, each
one on a Post-it with its provenance, so she wouldn't mix them up. She
wrote one up for the library bug, and put it on its paper next to the
others.
He picked up the gold earring part.
"Under the bed."
"This was my brother's room, there have been no women here,
except for her, and her ears are not pierced and neither were his, yet."
"Your mother, before there was furniture."
"Si!" he chuckled and picked up one of tiny cylinders stuck to
the yellow paper.
He began laughing, "This is not a bug, you have not seen
these?"
"No oh?"
"Ah, well this is a magnet." And he stuck it to the edge of the
curly key in his hand. "Mighty mags, I believe they are called, from the
Museum of Modern Art gift shop, super strong, but I lose every one.
Old Christmas present from Dick."
Penny felt like a complete fool.
He picked up the phone, shut his eyes, listened, shrugged, hung
up.
He sat in the chair at her desk and asked, "May I listen?"
She turned it on and Alessandro sat in his pharaoh pose, hands
on his bare thighs, eyes closed, and listened.
With the ear buds, she listened along, watching his face
carefully. He was a good listener, and sat in stillness to the end.
When his eyes met hers, the lashes still sparkled with tears. He
got up from the chair, naked and shining and making no effort to hide
what was happening to his anatomy, but wore an odd surprised look on
his face, as if he didn't quite know what to do next.
Penny sat down at the edge of the bed and kicked off her shoes
without really thinking.
As if undressing a child he knelt down beside her and
methodically peeled off her socks, jeans, T shirt, and white cotton
underwear. Hesitating a moment before scooping her up he whisked
her through the library to his bed. Remembering something, he dashed
into his bathroom, came out tearing open a small package with his
teeth. This, at least, he seemed familiar with.
Afterwards, they lay side by side on the bed and stared cross
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