He folded his long fingers over his dark green waistcoat.

His arms were around her, and he could feel the firmness of her body beneath the green waistcoat.

The man in the green waistcoat is behind her with a hand on her hip.

The man in the green waistcoat leans against the kitchen cupboards and watches.

Now, the man in the green waistcoat is standing behind your mother's chair with his hands on her shoulders.

You wonder what would happen if you trod on the man in the green waistcoat's feet.

The man in the green waistcoat is smiling.

She is standing next to you now and the man in the green waistcoat is holding her hand.

Will there be a point when you start to see the man in the green waistcoat fade like the reverse of a developing photo?