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It is late, and I'm not home yet, there is a thunderstorm raging out side, the wind is howling and the rain is beating against the window. You are worried about me out in the storm; I should have been home hours ago. You have just gotten out of the bath, trying to relax and keep your thoughts from worrying about me, you know in your heart that I am on my way to you. You lay across the bed in your silk robe reading the letter that I sent you, telling you that I would be home soon, but I haven't arrived yet and the storms fierceness frightens you. You are so involved with the letter and the stor… Read more

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