Precious Moments

“What is it?”, she asks as he switches on the little grey, metallic box and places it on the rectangular, living room coffee table infront of them.

“It’s your wedding anniversary present”, he says, enfolding her in his arms, “It’s a virtual recorder. It records everything in 3-D along with touch and smell. You can really capture moments in time and relive them over and over”.

Then he kisses her and she’s never felt a kiss like it before. It is so passionate and full of yearning and afterwards he tells her that it’s recorded now forever, so she can kiss him whenever she wants, all she has to do is put the head set on and press Play.

“How do you switch it off?”, she asks, picking up the device and turning it over in her hands, examining it for an off switch.

“I don’t want to switch it off, ever”, he says, “I don’t want to lose a single precious moment of our life together”, then he says he wants to go upstairs and make love so they do but, afterwards, she insists that they switch the machine off.

“That’s when the bitch told me that she’d been having an affair with my best friend Peter, for at least six months and that she wanted to leave me and move in with him”, said the man, looking back, bitterly, into the darkened room of his memory.

“Well, dammit, it’s a great sex-tape”, said the virtual pornographer, slipping off the head set, “And how about that kiss at the beginning, wow! So, how much do you want for it?”.