Snow melts against the house and what do I see? Crocus pushing through the dirt, leaves to be raked and the possibility of SPRING. There are walks to be taken, exercise to accomplish but first I write. So I lost my precious voice. Sad but it’s not the worst. My brain is percolating and I feel strong. Best to all who visit and join WEWRIWA. You’re missing a wonderful treat if you don’t stop by today.
Last week, James Chandler bonded with his Anna when she cozied up to him in the narrow hospital bed while he recovered from a nasty concussion. They also connected with Brad Cohen, a kind young doctor in the Emergency Room. From wheelchair to limousine, James and Anna settle in with Roscoe, the driver and friend. “Home, Roscoe.”
“You okay, chief?” “Not bad. Ms. Anna saved my life.”
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At the first red light, Roscoe, an ex con with his best skill behind the wheel, turned his head, “Chief, she owns you now.”
Anna scoffed; “That’s a superstition because in the tribe, if you save a life, the one you’ve saved is indebted to you for life.” A ripple of pleasure ran through her as the light turned green; the ‘Benz rolled on and Anna nestled close to feel her lover’s heat she said, “You owe me white silk panties and don’t forget it.”
They passed a lingerie shop on the way to his condo James called, “Roscoe, please stop here and wait.”
Pale and a bit shaky, James Chandler emerged into the brilliant sunshine of a spring day with Anna beside him, he inhaled the fresh air and let his lungs expand.
“Jimmy, I didn’t mean right now, I have enough panties and you’re not ready to enter a shop.”
Roscoe steadied his boss, helped him to a bench right there on Main Street and suddenly James’ eyes drooped and shut, again he’d fallen asleep.
“Shovel him back in the car, please, let’s get the big guy home,” and a frightened Anna called Dr. Brad Cohen.
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