A/N: Uh-Oh, its been really long hasn't it? I'm sorry, but I just came home
from my vacation! This chapter will have a lot of description in it. I hope
you like it! By the way, this chapter takes place the morning after the
last one.
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Sam heard the birds chirping a melodious tune outside his window and felt like joining in. It seemed as though the gods were smiling down at him. He had a great job, a loving family and a wonderful wife. He gazed at the lithe, sleeping body, of his wife beside him. Her lovely oval face was resting on his bare chest. He gently moved his strong hands over the silky mess of gold that crowned her head and spilled out onto his torso, not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber. He continued to reflect on his good fortune. Soon, he predicted, he would have a child. His thoughts followed in this pattern until the telephone rang. He answered it hurriedly, wanting Stacey to continue her sleep.
"Hello," he softly greeted. "May I know who this is?"
"Sam!" the caller answered "Its Abby, Abigail Stevenson. Is Stacey there?"
Sam suppressed a smile. "Of course, I know who you are! One moment, I'll get Stacey."
He gently shook her slim body into consciousness and watched in awe, even after 2 years of marriage, as her long lashes swept over large sapphires and her tiny rosebud lips parted open in a yawn. She smiled up at him revealing even blocks of pearly enamel. He, then, informed her of her wake- up call from Abby.
She grasped the phone with her long, graceful fingers and let the blankets tangled around her unclothed form fall onto the bed. "Abby?" she, somewhat sleepily, questioned as a form of greeting.
"We have a problem, a big one." was the somber reply.
Stacey quickly moved her willowy body into a sitting position, as Sam questioned her with his eyes. "What Problem?" With whom?"
Abby release a sigh. "Mary Anne has decided to model for Penthouse, that's all Richard will say." Abby continued, in a rush. "She's throwing her entire life away! Why would she want to expose her self in such a manner to everyone?"
Stacey gasped, putting one elegant hand over her rosebud lips. "Why, on earth? We must do something immediately."
"Indeed, we must." Abby grimly swore. "and we will!"
A/N: ok, I have to stop here... Sorry, but its late. Remember Review!
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Sam heard the birds chirping a melodious tune outside his window and felt like joining in. It seemed as though the gods were smiling down at him. He had a great job, a loving family and a wonderful wife. He gazed at the lithe, sleeping body, of his wife beside him. Her lovely oval face was resting on his bare chest. He gently moved his strong hands over the silky mess of gold that crowned her head and spilled out onto his torso, not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber. He continued to reflect on his good fortune. Soon, he predicted, he would have a child. His thoughts followed in this pattern until the telephone rang. He answered it hurriedly, wanting Stacey to continue her sleep.
"Hello," he softly greeted. "May I know who this is?"
"Sam!" the caller answered "Its Abby, Abigail Stevenson. Is Stacey there?"
Sam suppressed a smile. "Of course, I know who you are! One moment, I'll get Stacey."
He gently shook her slim body into consciousness and watched in awe, even after 2 years of marriage, as her long lashes swept over large sapphires and her tiny rosebud lips parted open in a yawn. She smiled up at him revealing even blocks of pearly enamel. He, then, informed her of her wake- up call from Abby.
She grasped the phone with her long, graceful fingers and let the blankets tangled around her unclothed form fall onto the bed. "Abby?" she, somewhat sleepily, questioned as a form of greeting.
"We have a problem, a big one." was the somber reply.
Stacey quickly moved her willowy body into a sitting position, as Sam questioned her with his eyes. "What Problem?" With whom?"
Abby release a sigh. "Mary Anne has decided to model for Penthouse, that's all Richard will say." Abby continued, in a rush. "She's throwing her entire life away! Why would she want to expose her self in such a manner to everyone?"
Stacey gasped, putting one elegant hand over her rosebud lips. "Why, on earth? We must do something immediately."
"Indeed, we must." Abby grimly swore. "and we will!"
A/N: ok, I have to stop here... Sorry, but its late. Remember Review!