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Monday, July 6, 2015


Welcome! Thanks for stopping by. The word prompt is "flexible." This week, Maggie and John's story continues. Don't forget to return to the excellent Tuesday Tales writers through the link below. 


  Maggie and John had Sunday afternoon off. Usually they went out, but the inclement weather had them remaining in their quarters. Mr. and Misses and little Penn had gone visiting.
“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?”
“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.
“Not without me,” young Penn piped up.

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