4-13-2024.
1:17 pm. Actors in place.
The curtain rises.
'Lights, camera, action,' Donatel announced.
10:55 p.m., time posed.
Chloe hears Dean's husky voice in her ears, 'Let's race to the shelter.'
Chloe cheers, 'Cheers, we are safe,' as she looks at Dean's muscular body. For one, she's practically out of breath, running like that. It was hard to breathe.
Chloe looked around inside the house, 'Does anyone live here?' She wandered from room to room.
There was a bed in one room. Standing, was it even possible, she flops on the bed.
Dean says, 'You found a bed, maybe we can make use of it?'
Chloe giggles, 'I can't pass up the bed, join me,' patting a spot on the bed.
Dean smiled, and sat himself down on the bed, 'Don't be shy or get your panties crunched.'
Chloe smiled, 'I may commit a crime if you forget that I am a woman, and a woman has needs.'
Dean quickly licked his lips, 'You have a point,' sliding his body next to hers.
Chloe smiled widely, 'Get your wet clothes off,' and winked.
Thunder rolled and lightning chased through the room.
Dean's lips brush hers ever so gently as both bodies tremble with anticipation.
And the room falls dark.
'That's a wrap,' Donatel announced.
The curtain falls.
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Mystery / ThrillerThe curtains open up, and the plays start. 'Lights, camera, action,' a voice called out. Everyone listens, as the music plays out, a Keith Urban song.
