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This almost perfect morning,
with the perfect women called in to me.
And she parrot me,
and yes, it was pretty much fun.
Then guys contacted me.
Told me, the letter came.
The end of their waiting drought.
but, where's mine?
i went online to check
they told me between june and november
i stared at the screen
and let out a yawn
how exciting my morning can be.
when everything started almost perfectly.
but, where's my breakfast?
damn, gotta get it on my own.
what a bother.
The Perfect Couples
[Chapter 2]
On the plane, she thought about him. Where moments ago, she's the luckiest girl in the world where he proposed to her.
To happily ever after.
She accepted, and the four carats, three stone ring design.
Next, no place on earth where she'd rather be.
It's show time.
An hour later, the plane touched down.
she had done well, so far. She put on the dazzling ring, which was at least six carats, a brilliant round stone, all set beautifully in platinum. It is simply amazing.
It looks like it belongs. she thought.
As she walked up to the oversize double doors of the mansion, reaching inside her purse for the key she'd been given when Jeffrey first hired her. The place is so big, he'd just let her in herself.
Sweet.
"Hello, is anyone in here? Mr. Jeffrey?" she called as she stepped inside. "Hellooooo?"
She called out again. This time she heard footsteps overhead.
"Oh look. if it isn't you." came a voice from atop.
"Were you expecting someone else?" she answered. "You'd better be not."
Jeffrey hurried down the many stairs. Then he swept her up in his arm, twirling her around as they kissed for a full minute. Letting her down, they kissed again.
"You're so beautiful!!!" he said, finally lowering her back to the floor.
She gave him a playul slap on the shoulders with her left hand. The ring sparkled under the light.
"I bet you say that to all the lovely ladies you met," she said.
"Oh no, just the gorgeous ones like you. God. I missed you."
They laughed and kissed again, passionately and deeply.
"So, how's your flight? Exhausted?" he asked.
"Good. How's the new book coming?"
"I've been thinking. No Da Vinci Code plot this time."
"You always say that, Mr. Jeffrey."
"It's always true."
Jeffrey was an international best selling author of adult fiction. He had fans, majoity of them women, numbering in millions. His writing and strong female characters was the attractiveness of his books.
Suddenly he swooped her up and threw her over his shoulders. She howled as he climbed the stairs. He was heading for the bedroom, but she grabbed a door knob and made him turn into his writing room. Her eyes, rather, fixed on his favourite chair.
"You always say you do your best work in it," she said. "Let's see about that."
He lowered her into the brown leather seat cushion and started the music. Love frequency, one of their many favourites.
As the singers voice begain to build up and engulf the room, she leaned back onto the cushion seat and lifted her legs. He removed her flip-flops, khaki pants, her panties, her favourite green cardigan while she reached down into his jeans.
"My handsome, brilliant husband," she whispered as she pulled down his pants.
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I realised this is, soon, going nowhere.
i had to do something about it.
hmm. i thought.
nothing.
Enjoy your days ahead !
counting down, three two one...
love ya all...
love you most...
sign off.
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