An “A” Date

It was the date she wanted. Her emotion wanted to run away. Her desire wanted to act without permission. Her heart was a caged butterfly, but yet somehow she knew her want was a rooted thing.

Somewhere she had the sense that she held the power here.

Though she teetered on the edge of control; she was ultimately in charge and that was thrilling. Desire was true sense of a future.

But first she urgently needed a wee and hand no idea where the loo was.

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