From: kimmyd@bnr.ca (Kimmy Posey P920)
Subject: Re: Elizabeth & Me (That smile ...)
Organization: Bell-Northern Research, BNR-RTP 
Date: Thu, 03 Sep 1992 01:29:18 GMT

******************************************************************************
Kimmy's editorial comments will be enclosed in asterisks
******************************************************************************
==============================================================================
Elizabeth's comments will be enclosed in equality symbols
==============================================================================

Prolog: (By Kimmy)

Ok.  Let's see.  Never been very romantic with a stranger.  Let's say we have
a relationship.  Makes the setting easier.  You're hard at work at your desk.
Outside your window the afternoon sky is so blue it almost hurts your eyes.
You remember how sweet the air tasted as you walked back from a lonely lunch.
If there was only an excuse to check out early and enjoy it.  Your thoughts
drift back to simpler times when being together was all we had ...  A knock
at your office door brings you grudgingly back to reality.  With a sigh you
invite the intruder in.  The door opens and a huge bouquet of Fire & Ice
proceeds a tall, well built man into the room.  His jet black hair, frosted
now at the temples, is just as thick & wavy as it was in High School.  Long
lashes, full red lips, wide shoulders, strong arms, piercing brown eyes.   
You can feel the corners of your mouth go up in that special smile reserved
only for him ...
 
                         ---+=== Kimmy ===+---
 
.... That smile.  Nothin' like it in the world.  Makes me feel like I do some-
times when I watch a baby sleeping or like the thrill I get at the stadium
on a perfect fall afternoon.  It's never the same twice but it's always
wonderful.  As she is.  That's why I gave her the flowers.  She always smiles
for flowers ...
 
*******************************************************************************
Ok girl it's all yours.  I bet you wonder why I'm not at work and what the 
flowers are for and what I've got up my sleeve ... 
*******************************************************************************
===============================================================================
I'm having reservations about this, but I dug this hole for myself ... 
Here goes nothing ...
===============================================================================

                       ===+--- Elizabeth ---+===

Made speechless by the gorgeous bouquet, I smile, walk over to him, and hug 
him tightly.  Such beautiful flowers ... these babies weren't cheap.  They 
look so out of place in this tiny, cluttered office.  But at least they 
won't be in the eyesight of the rest of the newsroom.  I almost breathe an 
inner sigh of relief before realizing that he had to walk *through* the 
newsroom to get here, attracting the attention of every female in the 
place.  And why shouldn't he?  He's classically handsome, the type of man 
that most young girls dream of when they fantasize about a knight in 
shining armour ... the prototype of the perfect hero, as described and 
chronicled in oh-so-many romance novels.  The kind of man women love to 
watch, love to dream about, and would kill to meet.
 
I let go of him, close the door and try to give him a reassuring smile, 
wondering all the while if he can see through me.  Does he see the fear in 
my eyes?  The fear that I am just dreaming, and when I wake up, he'll be 
gone, off cavorting with some Cindy Crawford-type, while I languish in my 
studio?
I take the bouquet in one hand, and his hand in the other.  "You are so 
full of surprises ... should you be off doing something terribly 
important?"  I'm surprised how lilting my voice sounds, not shaky like the 
rest of me ... Dear God, why is this man with me?  I'm just a naive, dowdy, 
shy ... *girl* (God help me, when will I become a woman?) with weird tastes 
and behaviours and the like.  If it wasn't for the fact I could see his 
intelligence and sensitivity the moment I laid eyes on him, I would have 
ran from his sight.  Foolish person I am, I didn't, and now I'm overwhelmed 
.. can't he see how mismatched we are?
 
Nonetheless, I squeeze his hand and look into his eyes ...
 
                        ---+=== Kimmy ===+---

... If she only knew how that simple hug made every atom of my being vibrate.
How the scent of her hair turns my soul into a battlefield, where Reason wars
with Instinct, over Will.  How the curve of her sleeping back bathed in silent
moonlight declares the genius of The Divine Artist.  Yeah, if she saw how
really incomplete I would be without her.  Then I would be truly vulnerable.
I wonder how long 'till she realizes how utterly enslaved I am?  Can this
kind of happiness last for long?  Can a seraphim like this really love a mere
mortal?  Please God, let it be so! ... "I am doin' somethin' important!
Takin' my best girl for a drive in the country on the most awesome afternoon
I've seen in ages" ... Before she can protest I lead her out of the office. As
we walk through the chattering newsroom, Pride, well seasoned with Jealousy,
forces a smile onto my face as I notice all the young office studs following
her with their eyes.  I know what they're thinkin'.  Well too bad boys.  For
today anyway, she's mine!  I open the passenger door of the Bugatti for her
and help her in.  Man this car was created for her!  I laugh to myself when
I think how this machine, this ... thing ... was the central object of my
affection before I met Elly!  As I close my door and reach for the ignition,
I turn to her and say ... "Hey, did I tell you that I love you today ?" ...

******************************************************************************
Hey Elizabeth.  Man your doin' great.  Don't be nervous.  You set the ground
rules and I'll follow 'em.  The only thing *I* ask is no graphic sex scenes.
Inuendo and implictation are lots more fun anyway!  We can stop anytime you
want.  It's fun so far though!  Oh yeah, please correct any spelling, or
grammar mistakes you find.  I'm not too hot in that area.  I'll keep out the
nasty ">" characters out and look after the format.
******************************************************************************
Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat