He will meet her at the station...not at the bar. The bourbon will wait ...he will prioritise.
She will smile...I know she will. She will smile and probably smile more breaking into giggles and then calming into another smile and sensible demure...the eyes have it.

She too is attempting great things in the workplace.
She is..'On a roll...'
She is 'back'
She is
She is
She is.
But more beckons and the human touch cannot be denied. She fights to get out, to escape to touch, to feel human...just for a small time: an explosive ecstatic time.
And still she waits...he plans to the detail and she knows any fall will be landing softly with delicate desire ...
He will yearn and demand and command and ...capitulate into the vibrance of mutual manifestation.
She sees herself infront of him.
She is his Deneuve.
She sees herself linking his arm.She sees herself wandering, sauntering along to last on the left...next to him.
She sees herself being kissed by him.
She feels his breath and his closeness and his urgency and his hard hard impatience...which has been patient for so long.

She sees herself being undressed by him.
She sees the desire..it seeps out.
She sees him
She blinds him
She craves him
...Bardot style...

She feels...finally...she feels him deeply embedded

Deeply
Inside
Within..

Soon....
21 days soon.