Love has no agenda …

The stage is set: The full moon shines bright; and the music softly romances. Johnny sits on a bench in a tuxedo, and scans the park. Sally enters from the shadows, casting an exquisitely female silhouette. As she moves into the light, her sheer white dress glistens. Johnny feels something he can’t contain, something he doesn’t want to contain. And an audible voice says, “It must be love!” Johnny stands. Then as if by magic, he finds himself center stage, with Sally; they’re dancing. The tuxedo and the dress vanish. Still dancing, Sally and Johnny don’t miss a beat. The deal has been made; the deed is as good as done.… More