Dinner was over. The music that they have danced to was winding down. Friends were heading in small groups towards their cars. A gentle warm breeze blew in over Lake Pontchartrain and across the parking lot. THEY have been offered a ride home, but tonight they have chosen to walk.
SHE stops by the door and waits as HE pauses to ask the waiter how his young daughter is doing. She loves how he connects so easily with everyone he meets. She once said that she felt his vibrations long before she ever met him. He assured her that he had known hers first.
And tonight he was walking her home.
As attractive as she was outwardly, it was her inner beauty that drew him to her. It was her soft, yet confident manner that drew all others. If she was ever aware of their obvious attentions, she didn’t show it.
Her focus always seemed to be on him. No, she was not a trophy or his arm candy. No one would accuse them of stooping so low. She was part of what defined him and he was constantly aware and appreciative of her. It was obvious to all that they adored each other, but only they understood the depth of the passion that existed between them.
Tonight he was walking her home,
They said their final good-bye's and as they turned he took her hand, moved it slowly across her back and held it tightly to the her waistline while drawing her closer under his arm. It was a jesture he had done a hundred times before. It was the jesture that closed the door on all of tonight's previous activities and opened the door for what was to come. There was a sudden urgency that rose within her, but he was in control now and that urgency would have to wait allowing it to slowly simmer to a high boil.
Yes tonight they would be walking home.
There were no word spoken, only the slow walk and that powerful arm pulling her ever closer. All energy or vibrational disruptions of the night (not that there were many) would be washed away and the two of them would soon be vibrating as one. Had she been allowed to wear panties tonight they would be soaked long before they reached the their door.
Because Tonight they would be walking home.
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