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Children of the Dawn
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Children of the Dawn
©Virginia Alison,2011



Tadita’s sun kissed skin glistened in dusk’s dappled light, which shone through the pines and glanced off the rippling water. Dipping her bare feet into the stream and wriggling her toes, she took a few moments in her solitude, allowing peace into her soul. The river narrowed here and although the water flowed sluggishly, diminished by the summer drought, it was still impossible to cross. What water there was, ran fast over the boulders, brought down from high in the mountain by the winter storms, which sat precariously balanced atop the rocky river bed waiting to move on when the next rains fell.

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Roger the Happy Bunny
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Roger the Happy Bunny
©Virginia Alison, 2011


Several times over the past few days, she had thought of him. Even though she really had no idea what he did at work or even at home for that matter, but he still crossed her mind. The emails, up until a few of days ago,  had increased over the past weeks, starting with the odd line here and there, to full-blown essays, which consisted of details of his day, poems, and sexy thoughts. She did so enjoy receiving his messages, but something niggled at the back of her mind, she was not in love, too old and wise for that. However, a certain something drew her towards him.

This whole internet thing had opened her world to all sorts of possibilities. All sorts of people passed her way now. Mostly on Facebook, and she spent far too much time trawling the social network, sending gifts replying to mail and generally being friendly. It took her away from her drab existence, early mornings that saw her struggling with the frost on the car, going to a job that bored her, and coming home to an empty house and a TV dinner. The only highlight was every night, logging onto the web and drifting into her world of fantasy.

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A rose on any other day, is just a rose
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A rose on any other day, is just a rose
©Virginia Alison, 2011

Smacking the alarm button, yet again, I peek through blurry eyes at the clock as my body registers that I feel like death warmed up. Dozing for a few minutes until the shrill noise jolts me again, my mind wanders back to the remnants of the night before. I am able to remember right up to the point when I drank the champagne. After that, it all gets a bit fuzzy. A movement beside me causes a little more consternation, and gingerly turning to look, I am aghast to see a man’s outline in the other half of my bed. Because the curtains are closed, I cannot see any details, but it is definitely a man.

Turning away quickly, I gulp, my head starts to swim, and I desperately try to remember what on earth happened last night, for me to cast away my inhibitions and end up in bed with... another quick look to check... yes, he is still there, a man!

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A Delightful Result
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A Delightful Result
©Virginia Alison, 2011

Lunch was delightful; we opted out of Harrods and went instead to an intimate little Italian around the corner. Two bottles of 2005 Mayo Ricci Zinfandel later and a third one sitting opened, I guessed that we would not make the afternoon show. The conversation flowed and the waiters, all Italians, were very attentive. Assuming we were lovers due to the soft caresses, shoeless feet sliding along twitching thighs and the occasional giggling kiss, the young men made certain we had a memorable meal.

As the afternoon wore on, it became more apparent that we had to do something about the huge erection in his jeans and my soaking panties, and he suggested returning to his apartment. Unfortunately, I am not good with drink, and with one and half bottles of wine in my system, I was prepared to agree to anything!

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