I'm moving into a new apartment, on a high floor of a tall building, with another couple who is already living there, but there seems to be plenty of space. Most of it is empty.

As I'm moving a few boxes, I notice lightning outside and am enthralled, exclaiming excitedly about it. Somebody, I think my wife Vera, expresses that she's not so impressed, it's not a big deal, but I say yes it is, we just don't get to see storms like that here very often and it's awesome. The other woman who lives there shares my enthusiasm, and we go out somewhere to view the storm. As we're coming back a few minutes later, we pass through a doorway rather close to each other.

"I'd like to kiss you," she says. She is cute.

"I'd like to kiss you, too," I say, "but I'm married, I told you that."

"I know you said that. But I didn't know if you were honest."