From: kimmyd@bnr.ca (Kimmy Posey P920)
Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
Subject: That smile ... (Part II)
Date: 8 Sep 92 17:25:07 GMT
Organization: Bell-Northern Research, BNR-RTP


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Kimmy's editorial comments will be enclosed in asterisks
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Elizabeth's comments will be enclosed in equality symbols
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Part II:


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

                     (closing scene from Part I)

... He shakes his head slowly.  "No ... just one room ... just one bed ... 
king-sized."  He punctuates that sentence with a less-awkward grin.  
Meanwhile, a middle-aged man walks by, tips his hat, and takes our bags 
upstairs.  Kim is still holding the picnic basket.
I try to get my eyes back to normal size before they dilate.  He smiles and 
puts his arm around my shoulders, stroking my arm.  I sigh deeply.  He puts 
the basket down and takes my face in his hands.  I try to speak, but he 
places a finger on my lips and mouths the words, 'Trust me'.  I hug him and 
whisper, "Okay, okay ...", even though my heart is racing.  I look into his 
face and smile.  "Well, what are we going to do with that picnic basket?"

                        ---+=== Kimmy ===+---

... "Like I said, we're gonna have a picnic.  I didn't say it would be outside
did I?"  Wow, I'm suprised my brain is still functioning well enough to con-
verse, after that episode by the car!  Could she feel the heat too?  When she
kisses me like that it's like bein' hooked up to the Primary Grid.  I wonder
if she realizes how close I was to losing control.  How bad I wanted to melt
down into the grass with her in my arms, regardless of who could see.  But
that would spoil everything.  I must not rush.  Patience is the main component 
of Passion.  As I lead Elly up the staircase to our room I force myself to
relax.  Just a little longer.  As we arrive in our room, Obidiah Ross welcomes
us to the inn and tells us a little about it's history.  While he rambles on
about Great, Great Ancestors, antique furiture, points of local interest etc.,
I survey the room.  Perfect.  Elly seems fascinated by Obi's story.  I thank
him when he finishes and softly request a bucket of ice for the Don P. that
I have hidden away in the picnic basket.  With a knowing smile and a hushed
assurance he closes the door behind him.  I turn to Elly and suggest she take
a few minutes to freshen up while we wait for the wine.  She agrees and
heads off for the shower.  When she has gone I spring into action.  First the
fireplace.  Obi has done his job well.  One match and it's cracklin' to life.
Next the rose-scented tea candles.  All four dozen of them!  Just as I've
finished placing each candle in it's own little pink crystal cup and arranging
them about the room, Obi comes back in with the ice.  Seeing me rushing about
trying to get the candles lit, he smiles and takes up a fireplace match and
helps me.  I thank him and ask if there is another shower I can use.  He
gives me directions and exits.  On the rug in front of the hearth, I spread
the classic red & white checkered blanket and arrange the "fixin's":  Truffles
shipped all the way from a little shop in Frisco, sherried walnuts glazed
with sugar, assorted german chocolate.  She loves chocolate.  Now the pillows.
Turn down the bed.  I grab my kit and robe on the way to the shower.  As I
start to leave I turn and look things over.  Yep, perfect.  I wonder how she
will wait for me ...? 

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Elizabeth.  Excellent!  You worked the picnic thing back into the story well.
You're doin' great and I'm REALLY enjoying this!  Others are too apparently.
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