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“Brunch,
I think Misses said,” John said, opening the newspaper.
Their
little suite of two rooms was comfy. There was a wood-burning fireplace in the
sitting room and a new, queen-sized bed in the bedroom. Maggie was stretched
out on the sofa with a crocheted blanket keeping her snug. John was sitting in
a rocker, his legs crossed, perusing the news.
“No
good news today, my girl.”
“Isn’t
that usually the case.” She sighed. Restless, she pushed the blanket down and
swung her legs over. She wore a skimpy shift she used as a nightgown in winter.
The howl of the winterish wind rattled the panes and made her shiver.
“Nasty
out there,” she muttered.
Looking
up she spied John’s gaze. The heat he generated made her nipples harden. A slow
grin spread across her face.
“I’ve
got an idea how to beat the winter blues.” He stood and moved to the cushion
next to her.
“Do ya
now?” She smiled up at him.
He
lowered his mouth to hers and snaked his arm around her waist. Love for John
pushed all other thoughts out of her head.
It
didn’t take him long to disrobe.
“I was
watching some acrobats on telly.”
“Were
you now?” She replied.
“Oh
my. Some of the things that woman could do. Reminded me of you,” he chuckled.
“What
do you mean?”
“I
mean she was…let’s say, flexible?”
“Flexible?”
“Imagine
her husband is a happy man.”
“What
did you have in mind?” She rested her hands on her hips.
“Oh, I
don’t know.”
“You
do so. Come on. Tell me.”
He
leaned over and whispered in her ear. Maggie giggled.
“Why
John! What a naughty thought.”
“Isn’t
it grand?” He grinned like a schoolboy who brought an apple to the teacher.
“We
could try it.”
Just
as he got her into the position he wanted, and entered her, the front door to
the apartment shut.
“Damn,”
she muttered.
“Did ya
lock the door?”
Maggie
nodded. She held her breath. “Quick. While we still have a moment.”
“Do I
have to?”
“Better
quick than nothin’.”
“Point
taken.”
After
a few moans, the pair was satisfied. A young voice drifted their way.
“Where’s
Maggie and John?”
“I
imagine they’re having some private time,” a female voice said.
