Chapter 15

Harold and Emily looked into each other's eyes. They held hands and Emily stroked Harold's inseam with one stocking clad foot. Harold readjusted himself and coughed nervously. They had a large slice of mud pie between them and they were spooning the melting dessert into each other's mouths. Emily was getting the worst of it. She had whipped cream and chocolate sauce dripping down her chin. Harold leaned across the table and kissed the sweet sticky mess from her face. The couple with the sleeping infant were leaving. She tasted of chocolate and coffee. Once done, the waiter mercifully brought warm lemon water soaked washcloths and they cleaned each others faces. Harold paid with plastic and they walked to the upstairs bar. There was soft music from the band and they walked to the dance floor.

Harold and Emily swayed under the dim lights, his right hand firmly planted on her pert bottom, her hand was on his shoulder. She was surprised he actually knew the steps as they swayed to the music. She stared into his soft brown eyes and wondered at how wonderful she felt. These short weeks, the wonderful nights, the warmth and love of this man were all so wonderful. They pressed their bodies together and squashed the lumps that men and women have in the most interesting places. She kissed him and smiled with an all knowing smile. He stared into her eyes with a love that was, was, trust me, it was just right for Harold MacAnish.

Chapter 16

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