It took two weeks, but I finally turned up on a Sunday afternoon at Elias’s studio for a visit. We’d been corresponding online and via text since our last encounter, and he’d shared some of his old drawings with me. He was very good. I, in turn, sent him a link to my work on DeviantArt. Elias had been impressed, amazed, and strangely turned on, he’d confessed in an email. He’d particularly enjoyed one of my depictions of vegetables humping each other. He’d never known an onion and a bell pepper could get down like that.
When seeing a sign in the window similar to the one that had been stuck there the last time, I rang the doorbell at his studio. The door opened almost immediately.
“Hi, Trent,” Elias said, grinning at me as I entered. “You look fantastic!” He should talk, dressed as he wa
