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one classy broad
Join Date: Sep 2002
Location: The Cornhusker State
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I stood up and went to the sink, washed my hands and dryed them. There were no words in my head to describe to him what I needed to hear...needed to hear. I wasn't ready to approach it yet. I wasn't ready to give up what had become so comfortable.
Seeing the antique FM beside the stove, I tuned to the oldies station to hear Marvin Gaye, crooning. In irony I giggled as he shuffled his newspaper in annoyance, "Let's stay together..." There was something in that music that took me over. I leaned over the stove and nabbed a hand towel to dry my hands with. Feeling fiesty and ornery as hell, I wrapped the towel over his eyes. I could hear him groaning as he dropped the paper in his lap, "Baby," he whispered, "I have to go to work, not now." "Lloyd," I whispered back, my lips against his adams apple, "Now is the only time we've got." |
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