Steps - Day 4

Warning - the following contains language that some may find offensive. Children and mother's of the author should reconsider reading this one day.

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Step 3 brings the pathway
From its shadowy past
Into a clearly lit
present that
Blinds.

The quickness of their acceleration from customer/beautician to lovers would have stolen her sanity and hid it away for years if she had made any attempt at keeping it. But she did not.

Frank’s touch traveled oh so skillfully, from the vague attempt at combing her hair, tenderly down her craning neck, gently falling under her cotton blouse until it rested strongly at the valley of her rising/falling breasts.

Only a thin curtain separated them from the rest of the shop, but it might have well as been the pre-Reagan Iron Curtain to the embraced couple. Passion jumped from clutch to clutch, from lip to skin, from pull to push. Clothes were pushed aside awkwardly, with little care. Only the last bit of civility kept them from screaming in their unison climaxes.

And then it was over.

Late again, but this time, she didn’t care.