As if by chance she was relaxing seductively on the sofa when the much awaited guest of honor entered the living room. Wearing the dress that she nicknamed “my erotic cruise missile of silk” she was as sharp as a bomb feeling the tickle of nuclear fission releasing electrons of passion.
Lusciously she reveled in the applause of his excited attention, but she did not know the first thing about him. So she was in for a shock. With an exclamation of joy he walked past her and grabbed one of her collector vases that were neatly displayed on a couch table.
“Where did you get this? This is amazing!” She slowly turned towards him like the turret of a battleship at rowing boat set for destruction. He could hear the Jolly Roger whistle in the wind on the signal mast of her intentions.
She slowly turned towards him like the turret of a battleship at a rowing boat, set for destruction.
She took the vase out of his hands and threw it against the wall where it exploded melodically into more pieces than a gold atom in the large Hadron Collider in Geneva, Switzerland.
After all, she was a fashion addict who know her dresses in fashion photographs in all the fashion publications all over the world, and her closet was as compacted with high fashion as a black hole was with compressed atoms.
Now she had his attention and the black silk dress and everything it contained whistled into his mind like a knife went into the bull’s eye on a target board.
For some reason, he dropped the plan to examine all the collector’s glass he saw on her table. He also noticed that her eyes were so blazing bright with passion that he started to feel like a collector’s vase in the eyes of a glass aficionado.
The black dress and everything it contained whistled into his mind like a knife into the bull’s eye of a targeting board.
The next day, when he awoke, the French door to the pool stood open. A cool desert breeze flowed loaded with the scent of flower laden Palm Springs.
He stepped out into the garden and saw her, lying on the deck chair by the pool in a flaming red silk dress, looking at him.
He immediately and mentally canceled all his appointments for the day, and she, with that knowing look of a woman, gave him a small smile that is like a celebration of victory, not unlike the cat that finally got at the neighbor’s parrot and liked the taste.