A young man stood on
a balcony, leaning on the wrought iron guard rail as he gazed out
over the town. His muscular body was naked except for a pair of
white, satin boxers with red hearts. He watched as several cars
slowed to a stop at an intersection. A moment later, the light
flashed green. The engine of the leading car thundered as the driver
accelerated through the stop light.
The man took a deep
drag of his cigarette. The cherry burned bright, illuminating a pair
of insects which darted by in the cool night air. He exhaled. The
white cloud crept toward the starry sky and disappeared into the
darkness. A breeze washed past him, causing the thin lacy white
curtain in the doorway behind him to bat against his leg. He laughed
to himself. This had been one crazy night.
“That was great,”
said the smooth, sultry feminine voice coming from behind him. “Why
don't you come on back for an encore performance.”
He turned around and
looked into the darkness. He could see the vague outline of a woman
wrapped in a bathrobe standing in the shadows. He rested his arms on
the wrought iron guard rail so that his chest puffed out.
“Let me catch my
breath a little first,” he said winking into the darkness.
“Why don't you
catch your breath in here,” she replied.
A half curled,
palm-side-up hand emerged from the darkness, its long red fingernails
blazing in the dim moonlight. The man rubbed out his smoke one the
guard rail he was leaning against and took the woman's hand.
The man grinned,
“Jeeze, you'll drain the life right outta me if you keep going at
this pace.”
“I intend to,”
said the woman as she pulled him into the shadows.
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