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Monday, August 8, 2016

Welcome! Thanks for coming. We're back to Maggie's story this week and the word prompt is "catch." 


Maggie rolled over in bed, turning her back to John. His warm hand touched her bare skin, making her smile. It was Sunday and they were both off for the afternoon. The Mister was heading to the airport to catch a plane to Chicago for business and the Missus and little Penn were to visit her mother in Westchester. John would drive each to their destination, but after that, his day was free. Maggie was off duty after breakfast.
“What do you want to do today, milady?” John asked.
“Stay in bed and have the Queen serve me breakfast.”
“It’s a bit late for me to ask Her Ladyship. But please stay here a while,” he said, closing his arms around her.  She pushed back against his chest, and snuggled down in the blankets.
A sharp rap on the door was followed by it being opened.
“John! Maggie! Oh my God! What are you doing?”
Maggie pulled the blankets to her chin and sank lower until only her eyes were visible.
“You two? In bed together? I didn’t think you even liked each other.”
John cleared his throat. “I guess you were a bit wrong there, Sir.”
“I guess so. Does the Missus know about this?”
“I doubt it,” John said, reaching for his bathrobe.
“Really, John. I don’t know what to make of, of you. And you, Maggie?” Mr. Roberts shook his head.
“I’m over twenty-one and not married, Sir.”
“I know, but, well, it’s so unsuspected.”
“Please Sir, a moment? I’d like to get dressed.”
“Yes, of course. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have barged in, it’s just that I’m forced to take an earlier plane. I never thought. Well, I’m surprised. You know what I mean. I’ll be outside.”
He gestured with his hands, then closed the door.
John threw down the covers and jumped into his clothes as fast as possible.
“John, do you think we’ll get sacked for this?” Maggie’s brows knitted.
“I sure hope not, darlin’. Who’d a thought he’d catch us together?”
“I feel like a teenager caught getting’ it on in the backseat of a car.”
John chuckled. “Don’t worry, Maggie. We’re together and that’s all that matters.”
“I don’t fancy being together on the unemployment line,” she sniffed.

He leaned down to kiss her and was off.   


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