She listened to the phone ring once, and then was greeted by a stressed
voice.
"Hello."
"Hi" she squeaked, and then was overwhelmed by tears. Sitting there, on her bed, cradling her cell phone, she wept tears of joy and relief. In her ear she heard the comforting words of her Guardian Angel, speaking words of peace.
"I'm coming, I'll be there soon." She managed to say, and they both hung up.
She raced around her bedroom, grabbed her keys, and tore out her door. As she entered the hallway, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and stopped dead in her tracks. The vision she saw was a tired, blotchy faced woman, in her pajamas who'd obviously wept half the night. She turned a quick 180 degrees and back in her bedroom she dressed herself very carefully. First one garment, but it made her look fat. Then the next, but it was too low cut. Finally she found her favorite outfit, and with fumbling fingers put it on. She grabbed matching shoes and raced to the bathroom. There she combed her hair quickly, just enough to get make it look presentable, and quickly applied makeup to hide her tear blotched eyes. She looked at herself again, this time approved, and raced out the door. As she crossed the living room she heard Francie as her "Hey there! Where are you going?"
But ignoring her she tore out the front door, and jumped in her car. She sped down the highway, and finally parked her car in front of the warehouse. Once stopped, she gasped for breathe and berated herself for acting like a teenager on her first date.
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Stepping out of her car she forced herself to walk calmly to their meeting place. Her heart raced as she walked, and her eyes were filling again. He's here, he's really here! Quickly crowding her joy were her questions, and fears, what if he blames me for the problem, what if its just business? I don't know if my heart could take that. What if he does like me? What if?
She lifted her eyes from the pavement, and then suddenly she saw him, standing there, staring at her. Before she knew herself, or her place, she was in his arms, they'd run towards each other, and now wrapped in the comfort each of them sought, neither of them dared to speak.
Her makeup had done no good, he'd know she'd been crying, and now, she washed her face again with tears, she buried her face in his shoulder, and dampened his suit. With his arms securely holding her, and his head resting on hers, there was no place she would have preferred. He began to whisper in her ear, those charming 'sweet nothings' that meant so much when she heard them. His terms of endearment when accompanied by his voice, and the emotion behind it held new meanings to her, and nothing on earth could of separated them.
Slowly now he lifted his head, and taking her face in his hands, he slowly lowered his lips to hers. He needed her, he need to feel her love, to know her thoughts, to feel her presence. And oh, so gently he kissed her, savoring the touch, hoping, daring, wishing . . .
"Oh my darling, never leave me, never." His sweet voice filled her senses as he held her, gently caressing her. She needed him too, she could feel her weakness, her desperation to be accepted, and loved by him.
She pulled her head back so she could see his face. She had many questions to ask, many emotions to express, but at that moment she had her final answer, written plainly in the way he looked at her.
The End
"Hello."
"Hi" she squeaked, and then was overwhelmed by tears. Sitting there, on her bed, cradling her cell phone, she wept tears of joy and relief. In her ear she heard the comforting words of her Guardian Angel, speaking words of peace.
"I'm coming, I'll be there soon." She managed to say, and they both hung up.
She raced around her bedroom, grabbed her keys, and tore out her door. As she entered the hallway, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and stopped dead in her tracks. The vision she saw was a tired, blotchy faced woman, in her pajamas who'd obviously wept half the night. She turned a quick 180 degrees and back in her bedroom she dressed herself very carefully. First one garment, but it made her look fat. Then the next, but it was too low cut. Finally she found her favorite outfit, and with fumbling fingers put it on. She grabbed matching shoes and raced to the bathroom. There she combed her hair quickly, just enough to get make it look presentable, and quickly applied makeup to hide her tear blotched eyes. She looked at herself again, this time approved, and raced out the door. As she crossed the living room she heard Francie as her "Hey there! Where are you going?"
But ignoring her she tore out the front door, and jumped in her car. She sped down the highway, and finally parked her car in front of the warehouse. Once stopped, she gasped for breathe and berated herself for acting like a teenager on her first date.
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Stepping out of her car she forced herself to walk calmly to their meeting place. Her heart raced as she walked, and her eyes were filling again. He's here, he's really here! Quickly crowding her joy were her questions, and fears, what if he blames me for the problem, what if its just business? I don't know if my heart could take that. What if he does like me? What if?
She lifted her eyes from the pavement, and then suddenly she saw him, standing there, staring at her. Before she knew herself, or her place, she was in his arms, they'd run towards each other, and now wrapped in the comfort each of them sought, neither of them dared to speak.
Her makeup had done no good, he'd know she'd been crying, and now, she washed her face again with tears, she buried her face in his shoulder, and dampened his suit. With his arms securely holding her, and his head resting on hers, there was no place she would have preferred. He began to whisper in her ear, those charming 'sweet nothings' that meant so much when she heard them. His terms of endearment when accompanied by his voice, and the emotion behind it held new meanings to her, and nothing on earth could of separated them.
Slowly now he lifted his head, and taking her face in his hands, he slowly lowered his lips to hers. He needed her, he need to feel her love, to know her thoughts, to feel her presence. And oh, so gently he kissed her, savoring the touch, hoping, daring, wishing . . .
"Oh my darling, never leave me, never." His sweet voice filled her senses as he held her, gently caressing her. She needed him too, she could feel her weakness, her desperation to be accepted, and loved by him.
She pulled her head back so she could see his face. She had many questions to ask, many emotions to express, but at that moment she had her final answer, written plainly in the way he looked at her.
The End