Talk of the Town
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"So . . . you're not mad."
She shook her head and watched as his whole physique transformed before her eyes. From guilty and repentant to sure and cocky. Her sigh was both happy and reconciled.
"And you're beginning to see that what I told you about being a very bright man wasn't a lot of hot air? Have we ever talked about my insight and wisdom?"
"Not today, we haven't. But then, you haven't told me you love me today either."
"I haven't?" He looked seriously worried. "Yes I did. Not two minutes ago. You said you knew it."
"You mumbled something, and, luckily, I knew what you meant. But I could hardly hear it," she said, stepping closer than close. “Besides," she glanced down at her fingers as they fiddled with the collar of his overalls, then looked back, "I want to hear it again."
“You will. Again and again and again," he promised, removing his gloves to push the wet hair from her face, to hold it gently between his palms. "I love you, Rose."
He lowered his lips to hers, as tender and engaging as his love for her.
Looking on, Felix and Germaine clapped and whistled their approval. Harry honked the horn. They were glad everything had turned out well … and they'd be happier still when the trash was finally cleaned up and they could be on their way. The boss wasn't a bad guy, but having him around always threw their timing off.
The King and Queen of Trash heard nothing but the pleasured moans from each other's throats. Not the rain, nor the lightning and thunder. He deepened the kiss, and she pressed herself close to his heart. Their passion flowed freely; they were supercharged with excitement and desire. They were like two lightning rods standing in the rain, with garbage floating in a puddle of water at their feet and electricity cutting the air above them.
They never knew what hit them.
Even thirty years later.
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