“KISSABLE PICTURES”: OH, I STILL SEE SUNNY DAYS. OH, I GO THAT FAR. In which John and Jennifer divide up the beach house and walk along the shoreline. And if it wasn’t for disappointments, our music journalist wouldn’t have any appointments.

This is the last installment of the rough draft. And by “rough” I mean rough. Apologies for the lack of chronological order and general sense. Your commentary, esp. criticism, is not only welcome but encouraged. I will be stretching and pummeling this story a lot in revision, so any guidance you all have is much appreciated. You can read the last section here, or the story from the beginning here.

The usual caveat-lectors apply. This story is disturbing and briefly explicit. Close cover before striking. Management not responsible for lost or stolen items. This bag is not a toy.