If we were a fly perched above the sidewalk that afternoon we’d watch the man coming down the way, stopping to speak to women as he went. Some would seem angry with him, some would just turn away, others would just shake their heads.

When he speaks to a young woman sitting on the steps of a brownstone she just shrugs and turns to go up the steps, signaling to a young man lounging nearby. Both men follow her.

Curious, we would buzz down and slip through the door before it closed. Following them to a bedroom, we watch as she drops her jeans while he puts some money on a dresser and unbuckles his pants. The young man leans against the wall, watching too.