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I can't believe the statement was made.
Was she really audacious?
Was it a compliment?
She suspects that his phone must be dead. Why else would he not respond to her teasing, tempting 'sext' messages? Typically, even if he's in the office, she gets a hasty response... filled with typos and poor grammar. But always a reply.
How did couples manage waiting weeks or months for letters?!
Perched high on the roof of the abandoned building, entwined in a half-naked post-coital coil, their heads turned in unison at the unmistakable noise. Approaching quickly were dozens of patrol cars: lights flashing, sirens wailing, tires squealing at each turn... There was no denying it. They were busted.
The next thing he knew, he was looking up from a prone position on a stretcher.
Only moments before he had been skiing.
Just before that, he'd seen the woman of his dreams.
Drat.
The hotel he'd chosen was worth the money. Nicely decorated, the amenities were also well thought and well placed. For instance, the inclusion of a Bose sound system. The iPod plugged into an auxiliary jack meant my favorite love-making playlist would make the scene complete. Once the lights were dimmed, Sade began her sultry siren song. I adore sex this way... In a darkened hotel room, AC cranked, fresh linens, room service and a maid.
I recently saw the most fascinating doorknob on Pinterest.
Instead of the usual boring shape, this one was an outstretched hand, thumb up, ready for a handshake. I loved the idea of the friendly greeting to visitors... and then... I started thinking naughty thoughts.
Sadly there have never been imagined bandages to heal a broken heart.
He was so sexy in that monkey suit.
Hair well-coiffed, nails trimmed, breath minty fresh.
She had chosen him as her financial adviser purely based on his looks.
Hopefully he was good with money... and in bed.
Natalie was worried sick.
What on earth would she wear to his birthday party tonight?
She wanted something cute and smart.
Something new and pretty to impress him.
Tonight she planned to speak - after admiring him from afar all semester.
The slick-mouthed, sultry store clerk made her nervous.
The busty woman's suggestion was a silky, flaming red number with a plunging neckline and no backside to speak of... none.
Perhaps, Miss Hotsy-Totsy heard 'tart' instead of 'smart'.
Natalie wanted his attention, but this really wasn't her style.
What WAS her style?
Natalie sighed.
Sadly she realized, jeans and a tank top just weren't gonna get her through anymore.
Swallowing her pride, she slipped on the dangerous dangling garment.
What little fabric there was hugged her every curve.
She stood before the full-length mirror, mouth agape, until she heard Miss Hotsy speak.
"Sugar, how you doin' in theyar?"
Natalie slid the sliding lock to the right, the door slowly opened and she emerged.
"Oh my Lawd, sweetie! No hot-blooded man could resist you in that sexy thang!"
Natalie figured she'd need a few stiff drinks in her for courage, that's for sure.
But, with all eyes in the shop upon her saying the same thing, she came to a conclusion.
Perchance this suggestion might just be the best she'd ever gotten.
She woke with a jerk.
Not the snoring, naked man beside her.
The physical kind.
Sitting up in the darkness, eyes wide open, she can't calm the turbine in her chest.
3:18 shines brightly from the TV set top box.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.