They were together in the house.
Just the two of them.
It was a cold, dark, stormy night. The storm had come quickly and each time the thunder boomed he watched her jump.
She looked across the room and admired his strong appearance...and wished that he would take her in his arms, comfort her and protect her from the storm.
She wanted that...more than anything. Suddenly, with a pop, the power went out... She screamed...
He raced to the sofa where she was cowering.
He didn't hesitate to pull her into his arms. He knew this was a forbidden union and expected her to pull back. He was surprised when she didn't resist but instead clung to him.
The storm raged on...as did their growing passion. And there came a moment when each knew that they had to be together.
They knew it was wrong...
Their families would never understand... So consumed were they in their passion that they heard no opening of doors...just the faint click of a camera......
7 years ago
1 comment:
Hi Colleen!
Thanks for your comment on my site....well, just had to let you know that I'm not too young to remember Penelope Pitstop! Sounds like you were quite a fan! I'm kinda like her (but without the annoying 'Haaalp' voice)....my name's Penelope, I have blonde hair, and love the colour pink, so it was a nickname often given to me (amongst others!) I think one of the funniest experiences I had - was going to a fancy dress party in London dressed as Penelope Pitstop (I'll have to try and dig out a pic some day)....it was great fun!
P :-)
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