Tuesday, November 27, 2012

A Death on Halloween


A Death on Halloween

Halloween
 Falling leaves
  Spooky noises
    Zombies
      Death
This Halloween was no different
  Crunching leaves
    Moaning noises
      Monsters
         Death
I hid in the bushes
  Watching
    Waiting
       Knowing
He mentioned he would
  Wanted me to know
     Needed me to know
No one believed me
  Wouldn’t listen
 Just Halloween they said
    Trying to scare you
       They said
They were wrong
   I knew
     He knew
Then I saw him
   Crunching leaves
      Following her
         Chasing her
She heard him
    Ran
       Screamed
           Ducked
A shining knife
    Appeared
       Stabbed
Then he left her
 Alone
  Cold
    Dead.

THE DEAD OF NIGHT


There was evil in the air that night, I felt it all around me as I walked home from the mall in the dark.  The fog seemed to creep up on me as I walked in the familiar direction home, a little faster with each step.  The moon behind the clouds gave off an eerie glow making me want to run for shelter.

    I walked past the woods near my home, the wind whistling through the trees, the dead leaves moving along the base of the ground, making footsteps in the breeze.  The cars drove slow on this street, their lights blinding me, their taillights red and eerie, each one making me afraid, making my heart race just a little faster, pounding in my ears.  Then just a I thought I would be safe, could see home, would make it at last a car cam in my direction, slowly.  My heart began to pound in my throat, blocking the air to my lungs.  I wanted to run, but I didn’t want to provoke whoever it was in that car.  As it pulled up beside me I stopped and looked, staring in disbelief.  I should have run right away, but the same curiosity that killed the cat would soon find me dead with him.  I swallowed hard and took a deep breath trying to scream, yet nothing escaped my lips.  Next to me was a hearse!

    He grabbed my arm bending it uncomfortably behind my back, a knife held at my throat.  “Move,” a deep voice said to me.

    I did as he said thinking I was about to die.  It was like a nightmare that I just couldn’t wake up from.  I tried to cry, wanted to, but the tears wouldn’t come.  It was so unreal, so terrifying.  My arm ached behind me and I tripped and fell with the force of his pushing.  He picked me up as if I were a rag doll.  he opened the door and threw me inside.  He followed me in a closed the door behind  him.

    I glanced around trying to get some bearing, some way of escaping, some idea of what to do next.  There was thick, brown, padded carpeting, and red flaming lights.

    “I want to have you,” he whispered. 

    “Please don’t hurt me,” I cried.

    “I have no intention of hurting you,” he said.  “I want other things.”

    He slowly lay his knife down beside him, glaring at me with fire in his eyes.

    “Take off your shirt.”

    “Please don’t,” I said in a whisper, the words not coming any louder.

    I could almost see through his eyes.  They were mad and I knew I had to do as he asked.  I reached the bottom of my sweatshirt and slowly pulled it up over my head, my auburn hair falling in my face.  I shook it back, so that I could see him, watch his next move.  I had to get that knife, somehow.

    My bra covered my full breasts and he watched me reach behind and unsnap it.  I hesitated for only a moment and let it fall to the floor.  A deep sigh escaped his lips as though he was pleased with what he saw.  His hands moved toward them, the full length of his hands touching the side and sliding downward.  His hands to warm, nearly burning me, my nipples leaped to a full erection, and I didn’t want to admit that it felt good.

    He kneaded my breasts in a way that I had never felt before.  My skin began to react to his touch.  This mad man was making me want him as much as he wanted me.  I still had my eye on the knife, yet I wanted him to touch me further.  His hands slowly began to move down my stomach in a almost ticklish way, then back up to my nipple.  I felt my eyes wanting to close, let him do his will on me.  his hands continued to roam.  search, find my willingness to be explored.  He reached down to the zipper on my jeans and I wanted to tell them off, my panties going with them leaving me bare and open for his penetration.  His hands tickled my stomach, my thighs, and back up to my breasts enjoying the feel of the soft tissue underneath the palms of his hands.  He pushed me back ever so gently, making me wonder if there was any kindness in the person at all.  I lay on my back, letting his hands wander over me.  I could feel my pussy getting wet with each second that his skin touched mine.  His fingers finally reached a place between my thighs that only moments ago I had not wanted him to be, but now, I had no obligation.  I pressed against his hand, teasing myself, wanting more.

    “You like that?  I knew you would.”  He said not waiting for an answer.

    His fingers parted the lips and entered playing games with my clitoris, the other hand gently rubbing my breast, my stomach, my thighs, my hips, then back to my breasts.  I squirmed with fear turned delight and anticipation.

    “Touch me,” I signed.  His fingers danced between my legs, the wetness begging to be pleased.

    “Do you want to come?” He said, wickedly. 

    I could only nod my head, breathless, my eyes closed enjoying the sensation.

    “Not yet,”  The deepness in his voice still frightening me, bringing me back to somewhat of a reality.

    He withdrew his fingers from my pussy, squeezing first, pulling my orgasm back a bit.  Then I felt a vibrator against my excited pussy.  I moved harder against it wanting it to make me scream out in joy.  The passing cars were barely noticeable anymore and the knife was only a small thought deep in the back of my mind.

    “Make me come,” I nearly screamed.

    “Now, baby, now,” he said.

    A loud sigh escaped my throat as I shivered and moaned cradling the vibrator.  I rocked my hips up and down against it, not wanting the sensation to stop.  It was the best orgasm I had ever had.

    I calmed down and lay still afraid to open my eyes, not wanting the actuality of the situation to come flooding back to me.  I slowly opened my eyes.  I looked at my captor begging with my eyes for him to release me.

    “Cover up with this,” he said, giving me a blanket.  “I have a surprise for you.  Come with me.”

    I was right.  It wasn’t over yet.  This nightmare was going to keep going until I was dead, or drained.

    I sat in the front seat next to him, watching, staring, wondering.  Every minute seemed like an eternity, every breath my last.

    Only a few minutes later we pulled into a grave yard, my final resting place.  Now I was even more frightened.  I couldn’t let him kill me.  I had to find my way out of this.  Was this the price that I had to pay for going to the mall to meet my friends?

    He parked in the center of this Hell.  “Get out,” he ordered, the knife shining brightly.  I held the blanket tightly around me, waiting for my chance to run.  We walked over to a headstone.

    “Take the blanket off,” he told me.

    “Not here, like this,” I begged.

    “There isn’t even a nightwatchmen her,” he assured me.

    “That’s what I’m afraid of,” I replied.  I took the blanket off and held it against me modestly.

    “Lay the blanket out right here,” he assured.

    I lay it down standing naked before him.

    “Your beautiful,” he said.  he set the knife down on the tombstone and reached for his ski-mask.  he took it off, revealing...my boyfriend, Gary.

    I took a deep breath, a sigh of relief, a tear running down each cheek.  “Gary!  How could you do that to me?  I thought that I was going to die.”

    “Yeah, it was great, wasn’t it?  You sure did enjoy it though.”

    His lips reached for mine, pressing hard, shutting me up, his hands wandering over the very parts that he had explored only a few moments before.  I no longer cared that we were in the center of a cemetery, that I had been scared worse than I ever thought or wanted to be afraid.

    I pushed my body up against his, feeling ever curve and bulge.  I wanted hi, now, here in this place of peace.

    “It’s my turn,” Gary said.  “Make me feel good.”

    “Absolutely,” I reached for his pants, unzipping madly, letting his cock out to rest in the palms of my hands, both wrapped tightly around the shaft massaging it, rubbing up and down.  It slid away from my hands as he lowered his lips to my breasts, teasing each nipple with quick flicks of his tongue.  I leaned up against the tombstone, letting his lips drift lower to my stomach, my hips, my thighs, and up to my pussy.  I spread my legs as wide as I could letting him invade my waiting wetness with his soft tongue, dashing from side to side of my clitoris.  I wanted to shudder in orgasm, but he licked his way back up my stomach, my ribs, my breasts one at a time, my mouth.  I reached between his strong, muscular thighs reaching for his hardness, wanting to feel his powerful shaft between my lips.  I lowered myself to take it into my mouth, my tongue circling the head.  I moved my mouth down the shaft, fucking my mouth, in, out, in, out, then backing off slightly.  I reached between my own legs rubbing my clit, teasing myself, wanting to get off, wanting to come, yet not wanting this to end.

    Gary gently urged my hand from my pussy, standing me up, leaning me against the tombstone, ending me over stomach first.  I felt his hard cock push behind me, pressing inside me.  I pushed up against him.

    “Deeper,” I called.

    Gary moved in, out, in, out, a rhythm, a beat of a heart.  He reached in front of me, his hand against my pussy, his fingers dancing inside.  I held on tight to the grave, afraid to lose my balance.  Quick and hard, he fucked me.

    Then just as I was about to come, he relaxed himself from my warmth, me around and laid me on the blanket.

    “Fuck me,” I said.  “Let me finish, let me come.”

    Gary raised my legs on his shoulders and entered me getting the most from each thrust deep inside me.  I reached between my legs moving my fingers around and around.  I screamed in happy orgasm, my body shivering, feeling this last thrust, his own spasms letting loose inside me.

    We lay breathless for a few moments afterward.  It had been the most exciting, enjoyable sex I had ever had.  I knew that I would never forget this, and I also knew that it wouldn’t be the last time for such an adventures.

   


The Sunshine is Gone


The Sunshine is Gone

You were mine awhile ago
 when things were good
  and sweet
   and kind
    and tender.
You made cloudy days bright
You made long days short
You made every day
 Beautiful
  and fun
   and happy.
But now the sunshine is gone
The rain is back
The clouds are black
And every day is
 long
  and boring
   and sad.
Because you are not
 mine
  anymore.

Perfect Hands


    John and I had only met a few days before. He was small built and gorgeous. Great things really do come in small packages. His hair is short and blonde and oh, so soft. His eyes are clear blue and when he smiles, they shine brightly. His smile is so capturing and tempting and makes me so happy inside to see it. And his body is so perfect, small, sexy, and even muscular. When I am near him, he makes burn and melt at the same time. I want all of him, everything that he can give me. I’ve not felt such intensity in my entire life, and I hope it isn’t just a short-lived thing. As my gaze drifts over his features, my breathing slows, and I am swept away. He is able to get me begging for things that I have never begged for. Fantasies fill my head with thought that have never been there before. When he suggests things to me, I am quick to take him up on it. Now I was hoping he would be the same with me. I had a suggestion and hoped that he wouldn’t think it was an odd request. 

    “You are quivering,” John said as we sat next to each other.

    “I can’t help myself. Your touch burns my skin and your eyes make me melt in your arms. You excite me more than anyone I’ve ever know,” I said, as my hands started to take his clothing off. I could only stare at the smooth skin that shedding his clothes made appear. Perfection, John was pure perfection.  It was so hard to take my hands or lips off of him. He was so well-defined that running my fingers over him gave me such great pleasure.

    “I would do anything for you, John. Would you do the same for me?” I asked.

    “Probably,” he said.

    I took his hands into mine and looked at them. They were so small with long, thin fingers.  “Look at your hands. They are so perfect like the rest of you.  Run them over my body; fill me your expertise. I ache for you.” I started to kiss him and help him remove my clothing since I already had his off of him. “Take me, Big John. Bite me, lick me, fill me. I need to be filled with you, covered in your kisses and in your cum. 

        He grabbed me up in his arms and kissed me firm, putting his tongue deep in my mouth.  I pressed my body so close to his that I felt like I was inside him. He kept kissing me for a long time, before his hand wandered. My nipples were hard on contact.  It was so exciting. My breathing was hard and fast.  He ran his fingers through my hair, pushing my head closer to his. The control he had over me was amazing.  His mouth went straight to a breast to lick and bite the nipple. Goosebumps ran over my body.   

     John pushed me against the couch, laying me back and spreading my legs.   

    “I want to eat this pussy,” he said as his mouth went to it.  Immediately he began licking and sucking my clit.  I gasped for air. I couldn’t breath. I squirmed over his face as my hands felt up my tits.  I ached for more, for his fingers inside me.  Just like he was reading my mind, his fingers buried themselves inside my pussy.  I was so wet, I could hear it as he fucked me with his fingers.  I bucked against them as he continued to suck my clit.  I raised my feet up over his shoulder and spread my knees even wider. He needed full access to every part of me. I was so horny that I nearly wanted him to hurt me.   “Put your whole hand in me, John.  Your hands are so perfect. Use them. Fuck me with them.”  I begged him. I’d been thinking about it since the first time I saw him. “Fist me. Oh, please.  I want you to fill me.” John slowly moved his fingers in me deeper and deeper. At first it felt like he was ripping me but then it stopped and I was sure his hand was deeply inside. It was the greatest sensation of my life. He moved his hand, his fingers. He spread my pussy lips open and wiggled my clit with another fingers. He was so good.  He just kept at me: playing, fingering, moving, wanting.  “I’m going to cum in your mouth.  Lick it, baby,” I said. 

    Moaning loudly, my body quivered as I came. I don’t know if he licked me. I was too busy cumming over and over. He took his hand from me and pushed me back. “Suck me,” he said.  He brought his cock over to my mouth and let it disappear inside.  I played with his balls and hips, then grabbed his ass, forcing him even deeper.   He grabbed my head, banging himself inside my mouth.  I didn’t care. I wanted him, too. “That’s it.  Oh, that feels good,” he said as he went faster.  “I’d bet you would even swallow all my cum, wouldn’t you?”  

    Of course I would, I thought.  Just cum and I will swallow every drop of you.   I couldn’t tell him, because his cock was buried too deep in my mouth.   

    “Well, you aren’t going to yet,” he said, pushing me back and spreading my legs again.  “This cock is going to be buried in that wet pussy.” 

    “Go ahead, fuck me hard.” 

    “I intend to.”  He slid right inside as far as he could go.  I grabbed his hips and forced him to bang me extremely hard.   It hurt, but at the same time, I ached for it.  I was about to get off, because of it

    “Cum in me!” I yelled at him.  I was cumming and wanted to feel him cum as well. 

    “Not yet.”  He was out of breath, but kept going.  I thought he would never stop.  I came again, screaming in pleasure.  This time it set him off.  He moaned the sweetest sound.   

    We lay in each other’s arms after. I blew softly over his body to cool him. I felt so good, so complete, and so thrilled to be a part of his life. I knew it had only been a few days since we had met, but he was everything that I could ever dream of having, and I had just been more filled with him that with anyone.

Harley Shop


Carly hated working in the bike shop sometimes. It was just so hard to deal with sometimes. Mostly it was the boredom that she hated. Too many times, days would go by and not one single person would come into the shop. She had worked there for a couple of years now and started to think that if things didn’t perk up soon, she would quit. She needed more excitement in her life. 

“I’m going stir crazy,” she said to herself. Just as if magic, this man came into the shop at that very moment. He was so good looking. He was tall and well built. He wore blue jeans, a leather jacket, and a black t-shirt
.
“Can I help you with something?” Carly asked the man.

“Why, yes, little lady. I’d love to take a look at some of the Harleys you have in stock. Mine is on its last legs, and I’m looking to buy a new one.”

“I can certainly help you with that,” she said.  She kept thinking as she stared at him how much she would like to help him with a few other things as well.

“What about this one?” He asked, pointing to one of the biggest bike in the shop.

“That’s a great bike. We have sold many of them and never had a complaint about them. It’s one of the most notably respected bikes on the road.”  Carly would say just about anything to sell a motorcycle to someone. She needed the commission, and it just seemed to give her a rush to sell them.

“Can I get a discount on the bike? There must be a better price than this one,” he said.

“Actually, Sir, this one is the best price in the city. If you find a better price, we will refund the difference.”
“Now that’s a good deal. Can I talk you into being part of the deal?”

“Like how?” She asked curiously.  She had a feeling she wouldn’t say no.

“Come over here and let me show you,” he said holding his hand out. Carly went to him, sitting on the bike.  He took her into his arms, held her close and tight, and kissed her hard. She felt like putty in his arms, as if she were melting. Her body ached for him. Her heart pounded. Her body was weak. He helped her stand so he could strip her bare and them himself while she watched. She thought he was magnificent. He came near her, took her into his arms, lifted her off the ground, and kissed her hard on the lips. She didn’t even feel as if she were a separate person from him anymore. He was so powerful. He set her down on the bike, then kissed and licked tiny circles over her body. He bit softly leaving goose bumps over her body. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy was wet for him. She moaned as he came to the soft mound between her legs.

He licked his way down to her soft mound. She spread her legs and let him lick her. He put her feet on his shoulders and licked her wet pussy, enjoying the taste and scent of her. She squirmed under his mouth, his tongue, his teeth that made her feel so good. Carly reached behind her to hold onto the handlebars so she wouldn’t fall off the bike as she came. She was truly in ecstasy.

He moved her body so it was easy for him to get between her legs. He wanted her more than he had wanted someone before.  Neither of them had thoughts of anyone else coming into the shop. He pushed up against her, his cock to her pussy, rubbing against the wetness. Without even trying, he pushed himself deep inside her. She gasped at the pleasure that it brought her.

He moved slowly in and out of her. She rocked with him. All she could think of was the excitement running through her.

Awhile later, she began to quiver all over. “Cum,” he said, and she didn’t disappoint him. She came with a force that she didn’t know before. It went clear through her to him, and he moaned and came deeply inside her. She held on tightly as their bodies rocked together.  It was incredible, and she didn’t even know his name.

“This is definitely the bike for me,” he said still gasping for air.  “Lots of room.”

“Yes, it is a fun bike.  Would you like to buy it then?”

“Absolutely. Would you like to take another ride with me?” He asked with a big smile.


Across the Lake


 
    Karen looked out of her home at the lake. It had always been a haven for her. She loved the way it smelled so fresh, so much like being on vacation. That is what it was to her – a permanent vacation. She loved it most when it had just rained. It was the nice, clean crisp outdoors smell that drew her near. She had to be by the lake. She loved it here. The house had been her parents’. It came with cabins to rent out. They had all taken care of the place when she was small. When her parents grew older, they retired, moved, and gave the place to her to run. She was so happy that they trusted her enough. She knew everything about taking care of the place because she had done since she was young. She was the happiest when she was here in her haven. When she watched on the beach or looked across the lake and saw children playing happily, it made her smile that smile. The water splashing, sound of laughter, smell of water and the breeze in her face was so lovely, so tranquil.

    Most of the people that stayed in her cabins were like friends. They would come to the same place year after year, and she even looked forward to their stay. It was almost like she had company, someone to talk to. And although he had these special people most of the summer, the winters were very lonely. She often wished she could find that special someone that would want to help her run the place and make the winters not quite so lonely.

    Sometimes she would sit on the beach when there was nothing to do and look at the people across the lake. She couldn’t seem to help it. She just liked to see if she could tell what kind of people they were.

    One day, Karen was sitting on the beach on a slow day. It was Wednesday and all the people staying at the cabins seemed to be out sightseeing. It was mid afternoon. The sun was out, and it was cool that day. There was a breeze off the lake that made her auburn hair blow in the sun.  Then she saw him. He was across the small lake. She could see him in shorts, no shirt. He was tanned and blonde. She stood and looked as he got a boat ready to take out onto the lake. Wow, she thought. What a hottie. Karen usually didn’t notice men all that much but every now and then, someone jumped out and caught her attention, and this guy was it. She watched as he hopped in the boat and took off. Her eyes followed him as he went by. He looked her way and waved. She thought her heart would stop. She had no idea why she felt this way looking at this man, but she did.

    That night she thought and thought about him. She had waited to see him go by again. He was so muscular, tall, and handsome. She was sure he had blue eyes. She just knew it.  As he came by her again, he waved. She smiled and waved back. She hoped maybe he would stop and say hi more formally, but he didn’t. She started thinking maybe when she saw him again, she would take a boat out to go meet him. Then she thought different of it. After all, he might be taken. 

    In her fantasies, she saw him going by in the boat, she saw his smile, his eyes….then she was asleep.

    In the morning, Karen put on a white t-shirt and summer, blue skirt. Barefoot, she went outside to walk on the beach in the sand. It was her favorite time of day. She let the fresh smells fill her soul, the breeze take her away, and the sunshine drench her. She loved it out here. She looked over at the other beach, where she had seen that blonde man the day before. She wished she could see him again. She thought of him getting into his boat, and coming over to the shore before her.  Then she saw him, out on the shore.  She watched him. He wore only a pair of tan shorts. What an awesome body, she thought. She just couldn’t get over how perfect he looked to her. He caught a glimpse of her, and she felt her heart pound. His hand went up in the air, waving in greeting as he had done the day before. She waved back and smiled brightly. He sure did notice her. She hoped in the same way as she did him.

    Karen walked the beach some more, glancing over at him. He got his boat ready to take off as he had before. She hoped he would travel over. She really wanted him to, and as she watched, that was just what he did.

    As he approached the shoreline, she felt as though she was about to have a heart attack. He pulled up and she caught the end of the boat to help him to shore. The bottom of her skirt got a little wet, but she didn’t care or really even notice with this very handsome man in front of her.

    “Hi there,” he said. “How are you doing? You staying here?” He asked, as he got out of the boat to stand next to her on the beach.

    “Hi. I’m fine. I own this place,” Karen said with a proud smile.

    “That’s cool. I should check it out and stay here next time.”

    “You are welcome to do so. I will take you around the place,” she said. It was her chance to shine and to get him to notice her. 

    “I have time right now,” he grinned. “My name is Jordon Sans.”

    “Karen Schellers.”

    She showed him a few of the cabins, saving the one she thought was best for last. He seemed very impressed with what he saw so far.  She really was proud of the way she had the cabins decorated and set up and the comfort level in which she tried to keep for her customers.  They walked into the cabin, and she smiled at the look on his face. “Wow! This is really nice. You must want a lot of money for a week here.” When she told him what she wanted, he couldn’t believe it. “That’s a great price for such a nice place.  I’d love to stay here next month for a week if it’s available. I have more vacation time that I’m going to take. I love the lake and love this place. And I’d have a beautiful host.” When he smiled at her, she nearly melted.

    “I’d love to have you stay here. I couldn’t think of a more handsome man to stay here,” she said, barely able to breathe as she stared into his eyes.

    He came over to her, getting his face close to hers. She just looked deep into the blue eyes that she knew he had. She didn’t resist him. She wanted him, here, in her favorite cabin. She had never been with anyone there before.

    “Want me?” He whispered, his lips nearly touching hers.  

     “Yes,” she whispered back.  Jordon smiled, pressing his lips against her.  Then he bent over and kissed her again, faster and more passionately this time. He grabbed her up in his arms, pressing her against him. He was so warm. She had never felt this way in her life. He kissed her neck, her ears, her shoulders, as he peeled away her clothing to expose each bit of flesh. They slowly undressed each other fully. When Jordon was completely naked, she stood with him, staring at the most handsome man she had ever seen. 

    "You are so awesome. I can’t believe I’m here with you," Karen said.

    "I am the lucky one. I never thought anything like this would happen today."

    Karen pressed her body against his, the flesh of his skin nearly burning her. She kissed her way down his body, licking in small circles. Her fingers rubbed the parts of his body that her tongue didn’t. When she had licked her way to his cock, she could only stare for a minute before licking around the head, then down the shaft to his balls. She heard his moans, which made me want to please him all the more. Her mouth opened to take Jordon’s entire shaft deep down her throat. She wanted so much to please him. There was nothing else that mattered. Faster with each thrust, he fucked her mouth. His balls grew tightened to his body. As he grew more excited, so did she. Karen didn’t need to be touched to be wet and aching.

    "I’m cumming," Jordon said. She happily swallowed his juices, letting some drip onto her breasts. It was warm on her flesh.

    As soon as he stopped cumming, Jordon pulled her up to him, then ledhere to his bed. She laid back on the bed. He put her feet on his shoulders and let her knees drop, which gave him full access to her pussy. She squirmed as his fingers touched her clit to wiggle it back and forth. He let his finger dive deep inside her. Then she looked down to watch him bury his face between her legs.

    "Oh, Jordon," Karen moaned.

    His tongue licked her clit, then he sucked it hard. It felt so good. She wanted more. Her hips moved with his tongue, and her moans came as gasps. "More, Jordon, please." No one had ever ate her in the same way. She never felt so excited to be with someone. Then his fingers fucked her hard and fast as his tongue danced on her clit. She screeched as her body burst into orgasm. As the wave of orgasm weakened, Jordon got between her legs, pushing his cock deep inside her wetness. It was as if she was cumming all over again. They were in a frenzy of passion, rocking together, kissing, touching, nibbling. Her knees parted as wide as they could for him to deeply thrust into her. Jordon kissed her as he fucked her. Then she grabbed onto him as she came again. This time, Jordon moaned and came with her. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as they moving together.

    Karen clung to Jordon, not wanting to let go. He seemed to cling to her, too. When they could both talk again, Jordon looked into her eyes. "You are a very special woman," he said to her. 

    "Will I ever see you again?" She asked. 

    “Of course. I want this very cabin when I come back to spend the week with you next month,” he said, smiling brightly.

    “I will hold it for you.” She smiled happily.