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A Promised Flight
A 1920’s philanderer takes a young lady for a joyride
“Edward, darling! Wake up!” the excited voice called. Edward could feel his body being pushed on the bed. It wasn’t a strong push but it was a push all the same and nobody likes being woken up in such a way. “Wake up!” the voice was now no longer excited but much more demanding. He opened his eyes and saw the attractive face of the woman he spent the night with looking decidedly angry. The soft bob she had styled her hair with did little to soften the anger on her face. “Edward, you promised!” the perplexed look on Edward’s face made the woman even angrier. “You’ve forgotten, haven’t you!? That is so bogus! How could you!”
The woman turned her back on him, petulantly. This was quite fortunate as it gave Edward time to wake up, think what he had promised and, more importantly, remember who this lovely and naked young lady was. He guessed why she was naked and why she was in his bed, but the details were somewhat hazy to the point of baffling. His head throbbed. He had drunk plenty of champagne the night before, that he was sure of, hence the memory loss, but he had avoided the whiskey because whatever he had promised her would not have been an option if he hadn’t.
“Of course, I haven’t forgotten,” he reassured her gently despite it being a lie, as he shifted over to stroke and plant soft kisses on her back…
