Welcome back! This week the word prompt is "giggle". And Maggie's story continues.
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Maggie snuggled into
John’s shoulder on the train ride back to Manhattan. Three whirlwind days
living her dreams had taken her breath away. Now Mrs. John Armstead, she had
left her old self behind. How delightful
to meet you. I’m Mrs. John Armstead. John and I. Maggie Armstead. This is our
son, Geoffrey Armstead.
But Maggie was getting
ahead of herself. They still had years to go before they could afford their own
place and a child. She sighed as she watched small houses and lush trees whiz past
the window. The gentle sway of the train and John’s nearness soothed her into a
light sleep. John kissed her hair and murmured endearments so softly only she
could hear them.
The couple noted that
Mr. and Mrs. Roberts weren’t at home. So John carried Maggie over the threshold
and dropped her onto his bed.
“My room’s bigger. Let’s
stay here.”
“Whatever you say, my
husband.” Her words sent a tingle up her spine.
He smiled rakishly at
her and narrowed his eyes.
“Falling in love with
being missus already, dear girl?”
She nodded.
“That’s grand.”
He climbed on the bed,
stretching out next to her.
“Fancy a go?”
Maggie turned on her
side, cupping his cheek. “Good idea.”
John slid his hand up
her leg, under her skirt. Maggie giggled as he attempted to divest her of her
panties, but was having trouble.
“A hand would be
welcome, lassie.”
Getting her shoes,
stockings, panties, bra and dress off proved to be a daunting task. They both
roared with laughter as one thing after another stuck, or got caught on
something.
A loud banging on the
door startled them, interrupting their fun. Maggie scooted under the covers,
pulling the blanket up to her chin.
“John! What’s going on in
there?”
John, stifling a laugh,
replied, “Nothing, sir. Just a little fun. We’re not back on duty for another
six hours, sir.”
“Who’s in there with
you?”
Maggie and John couldn’t
stop laughing.
“I’m coming in.”
A fit of the giggles
grabbed Maggie and shook her. The door burst open. Mr. Roberts stood there,
aghast, his mouth open, with his wife hiding behind him.
“Maggie! John! What is this?”
“It’s a honeymoon, sir,”
John replied, trying his best to keep a straight face.
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