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 The Toll House Dance By Dryad

   It doesn't seem that long ago when Chip and I first met.  We met at the
grocery store where he bumped me into my cart.  We arranged to meet at the
old Toll House dance hall in a few days.  I arrived first; it was staid,
everyone moving in a slow, dusty fashion.  I got incredibly excited as I
thought about meeting him, I was creaming all over.  Who wouldn't want to
meet someone who was sweet, dark and handsome?  Chip was the last to drop
in, but it was only when he showed up that the party really started.  The
dancers indulged in a Reel, and then a circle dance, until we danced with
just each other.  We spun round and round, getting dizzy until we collapsed
together.  We were deeply into each other and didn't want the evening to
end.

   After dancing, we went bowling.  Everyone who saw us said we were a
match made in heaven.  We laughed and laughed together, until I was so
stuck on him, I'm not sure anything could pry us apart.

   Which of course, nothing could.  So I went home with him.  We knew we
were meant to be.  It was awkward at first, sitting, waiting for one of us
to make a move, to do something.

   The room began to get warm and I leaned into his dark silky skin.  His
first kiss was bittersweet.

   "Oh, Cookie, you're so moist!" he murmured as her wrapped himself around
my curves.

   Then it was downright hot, until the blazing heat had me tensing and
rising in desire, and him melting across me.  His essence filled my nooks
and crannies until we were truly one.

   We are never apart now, and everyone always smiles when they see us, an
image of wedded perfection.
   copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com)2003