brief “checking
in” message but nothing that required a response.
He was a man so she hoped for but did not expect a reply.
Maybe he had changed his mind about her already. Maybe he found a hot Spanish
woman to warm his bed and decided to stay on. Lindy often imagined him in
flagrante delicto with one beauty or another. He as much as told her it was
true, hadn’t he? And why not? He was young, single and incredibly handsome.
She could only hope she didn’t hear from him again. She was
in way over her head. She told herself she could handle it, it was just for fun
but she knew she was lying to herself. Well I can do whatever I want if it
doesn’t matter. She picked up her phone and began to type.
My Dearest Tom,
I read your lovely response with a smile. You do have the
soul of a poet, my darling. Palma sounds magnificent and I too should love to
visit one day. To feel the heat of the sun on my skin, taste the piquant spices
on your tongue and hold your hand in the darkness as the rhythm of the flamenco
guitars beat within my chest would fill me with such delight. I look forward to
your return so that you might fill me with tales of faraway lands. Hurry.
Lindy xxoo
Lindy reread the message trying to convince herself it was
okay to press
Send. A little thinly disguised innuendo to arouse his curiosity couldn’t hurt,
could it? What man didn’t want to think a woman wanted to have sex with him?
Pulling the quilt over her shoulders, she snuggled deeper into the bed, trying
to remember the feel of his arms around her and the taste of him on her tongue.
Chapter Six
Morning brought a choice—wait and worry or not. Putting her
vivid imagination to work instead of letting it drive her crazy with doubt, she
made great progress on her book. Occasionally she looked up from her table on
the porch and searched the stretch of golden sand to Tom’s house, waiting for
movement that might signal his return. She thought about taking a walk by and
chancing a meeting with his sister again but thought it might make her look like
an obsessed stalker and that just wasn’t her style.
Pulling the box from under her bed, she carefully lifted a
stack of letters from the pile. If Emmaline and Benjamin could survive months
apart, then a few more days shouldn’t be too much for her to bear.
Buck up, Lindy! You have gone years without anyone in
your life and been happy. Don’t let the distance create a false sense of
paranoia. Just enjoy the build of the relationship—if there is one.
My Dearest Emmaline,
I can only apologize for the delay in my return. We have
made port in India. A storm caused damage to the ship and we needed to make
repairs before continuing on. What a strange and beautiful land this is. I know
that you too would find it fascinating. The British presence here is strong and
there are tastes of home around every corner, but the living conditions of the
native heathens are still somewhat primitive. I can see why there is great need
here for our sensible British nature. My dearest Emmaline, I ask you to
consider making our life together under the crown of our Queen in the British
Raj. I will of course bow to your wishes but I do believe you would be happy
here.
Yours Forever,
Benjamin
Well, this is interesting. I don’t recall any mention of
Emmaline going to India.
My Dearest Benjamin,
It would appear that a new mistress, India, has captured
your heart as much as the sea once did. I must wonder though if now I have
dropped to third on your list of loves in your life. I am glad you made it
safely to port and are able to enjoy the time during your delay. My darling, I
would be happy in the very depths of Hades as long as you were by my side. We
will have time when you return to discuss the details more carefully. I ask you
to be prepared to disclose your full intentions regarding our future. I look
forward to your imminent return. So many days have passed since I have felt the
warmth of
in” message but nothing that required a response.
He was a man so she hoped for but did not expect a reply.
Maybe he had changed his mind about her already. Maybe he found a hot Spanish
woman to warm his bed and decided to stay on. Lindy often imagined him in
flagrante delicto with one beauty or another. He as much as told her it was
true, hadn’t he? And why not? He was young, single and incredibly handsome.
She could only hope she didn’t hear from him again. She was
in way over her head. She told herself she could handle it, it was just for fun
but she knew she was lying to herself. Well I can do whatever I want if it
doesn’t matter. She picked up her phone and began to type.
My Dearest Tom,
I read your lovely response with a smile. You do have the
soul of a poet, my darling. Palma sounds magnificent and I too should love to
visit one day. To feel the heat of the sun on my skin, taste the piquant spices
on your tongue and hold your hand in the darkness as the rhythm of the flamenco
guitars beat within my chest would fill me with such delight. I look forward to
your return so that you might fill me with tales of faraway lands. Hurry.
Lindy xxoo
Lindy reread the message trying to convince herself it was
okay to press
Send. A little thinly disguised innuendo to arouse his curiosity couldn’t hurt,
could it? What man didn’t want to think a woman wanted to have sex with him?
Pulling the quilt over her shoulders, she snuggled deeper into the bed, trying
to remember the feel of his arms around her and the taste of him on her tongue.
Chapter Six
Morning brought a choice—wait and worry or not. Putting her
vivid imagination to work instead of letting it drive her crazy with doubt, she
made great progress on her book. Occasionally she looked up from her table on
the porch and searched the stretch of golden sand to Tom’s house, waiting for
movement that might signal his return. She thought about taking a walk by and
chancing a meeting with his sister again but thought it might make her look like
an obsessed stalker and that just wasn’t her style.
Pulling the box from under her bed, she carefully lifted a
stack of letters from the pile. If Emmaline and Benjamin could survive months
apart, then a few more days shouldn’t be too much for her to bear.
Buck up, Lindy! You have gone years without anyone in
your life and been happy. Don’t let the distance create a false sense of
paranoia. Just enjoy the build of the relationship—if there is one.
My Dearest Emmaline,
I can only apologize for the delay in my return. We have
made port in India. A storm caused damage to the ship and we needed to make
repairs before continuing on. What a strange and beautiful land this is. I know
that you too would find it fascinating. The British presence here is strong and
there are tastes of home around every corner, but the living conditions of the
native heathens are still somewhat primitive. I can see why there is great need
here for our sensible British nature. My dearest Emmaline, I ask you to
consider making our life together under the crown of our Queen in the British
Raj. I will of course bow to your wishes but I do believe you would be happy
here.
Yours Forever,
Benjamin
Well, this is interesting. I don’t recall any mention of
Emmaline going to India.
My Dearest Benjamin,
It would appear that a new mistress, India, has captured
your heart as much as the sea once did. I must wonder though if now I have
dropped to third on your list of loves in your life. I am glad you made it
safely to port and are able to enjoy the time during your delay. My darling, I
would be happy in the very depths of Hades as long as you were by my side. We
will have time when you return to discuss the details more carefully. I ask you
to be prepared to disclose your full intentions regarding our future. I look
forward to your imminent return. So many days have passed since I have felt the
warmth of
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