The Meeting

Sharon threw her arms around his neck.

“Darling!” she oozed as she smothered him with passionate kisses.

Their searing embrace continued.

Sharon continued her loving caresses; his hair, his face, his shoulders.

Finally, they both surfaced for air.

Peter ‘ hair ruffled, blushing slightly ‘ gazed intently at her face.

“Do we know each other?” he asked.

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel.

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