We’ve said all we have to say on EROS, haven’t we? ELEANOR RIGBY> Do we diddle under the table? Victorian teasing? HARPER> No. I sign the suite number on the bill and lead you by the hand across the high-ceilinged lobby to the bank of elevators. In the elevator we kiss for the first time. ELEANOR RIGBY> A long kiss? HARPER> When the door opens, we’re still kissing. An older couple is staring at us like we are crazy. ELEANOR RIGBY> I’m already wet. HARPER> Not yet. ELEANOR RIGBY> I’m speaking in the present tense, dear. Off-line. HARPER> Fine, but we’re not going to rush. When the stupid credit card key finally works, I pull you inside the room but do not turn on the light. ELEANOR RIGBY> We haven’t been in the suite until now? HARPER> No. Before you can say anything, I close the door and slip past you in the darkness, pulling my shoes off as I walk. You call out to me, but I don’t answer. I hear you bang your foot into a chair. You curse.
