Leaning back against the couch, Sabra thought about the evening. It had been lovely. In fact, she could not remember an evening that she had enjoyed more. There had been moonlight interlaced with candlelight, the music of violins floating on warm air, soft kisses flowing freely. Oh, she had experienced many evenings such as that in her lifetime. The difference tonight was the man. The man. She smiled and closed her eyes. It was only a momentary pause for the phone rang softly.
She smiled and leaned forward, as though to draw closer to the caller. "Yes. How are you?"
"I'm finding myself in a bit of a stupor. How is it that I am so taken by a woman that I've known such a short time?"
Still smiling, Sabra rested against the back of the couch.
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6 May 2009
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