One with the Wind by Jane Livingston

poised throughout the entire show.
                Afterward, the cameraman came to his side. “This is going to be an easy summer for me; I think I’ll take a vacation.” He looked at Nick. “You want to take the next show too.”
                He didn’t. His shirt was drenched with nervous sweat and his head pounded from concentrating so hard. “Yeah sure.”
     
                That evening, Nick bounded up the steps of the 8th street subway station in New York’s Chelsea district. A block away, he saw Josie heading home. “Jo!” he hollered above the crowd. She didn’t hear. “Jo!” He ran to meet her and dug his fingers into her arm.
                She screamed and laughed when she saw Nick. “Don’t ever do that to me again!”
                “Sorry, I was calling for you and you didn’t hear me,” he said out of breath.
                They walked hand in hand across the street toward the studio apartment they shared. “How was your day?”
                Josie rolled her eyes and sighed. “Filing, typing, more filing and more typing, please do not ask me to recite the alphabet right now, or I’ll punch you.”
                “That sucks,” he said. “I got to shoot the shows today. I shot a nationally broadcasted show—live! It was kind of my television debut; although when they rolled the credits it was my boss’s name, not mine.”
                “Nick, that is awesome!”
                “I know. I was scared shitless. What if I fucked up, the whole country would know, or at least the people sitting at home watching day time television.”
                “Who cares about the people who watch day time television? Who are they anyway?” questioned Josie.
                “People with relationship issues, most likely,” he said.
                They reached the front door of the brownstone building across the street from the New York Transit authority office. Josie kissed him on the lips before they entered. “That wouldn’t be you and me.”
                The studio apartment they shared for the summer was a dump. It was a third floor room with a small kitchenette and barred windows. Cockroaches made regular visits and mouse traps covered the floor, but they loved it. It was their first home together and they didn’t have the threat of someone walking in on them.
                They spent their first night cleaning and preparing their nest. Josie scrubbed the walls and floor with lemon juice after reading that it would repel cockroaches. Nick built a humane mouse trap; he couldn’t bear the thought of killing a rodent.
                Josie tossed her purse on the floor, removed her top and slid out of her skirt. Nick turned on a Marvin Gaye song and took off his pants and shirt. He smiled at Josie and started swinging his hips slowly and seductively.
                Josie danced toward Nick and pressed her hands against his chest. He put his hands on her waist and she swayed gently to the music. Nick pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply. Their bodies gyrated as Nick danced her to the pull-out sofa bed and fell backwards with her on top of him. Josie crawled to her knees and grabbed his leg. Black socks were a turn-off and had to go. She seductively stripped off his sock, jokingly smelling his foot and making a face. They both laughed as she removed his other sock and tossed it over her shoulder.
                Nick sat upright an unhooked her bra, kissing her nipples as she slid the bra down her arms. With her pressed against the back of the sofa, he slid off her underwear, threw them in the air and removed his own. Josie reclined against the sofa with her legs spread ready for him to take her.
                He entered, swiveling his hips to the Marvin Gaye song. Josie threw her head back over the edge