The Randomness of Life ~Chapter 78

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Prompted by: Meeting at Night ~ Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each!

Napoleon worked swiftly with the skilled hands of a seaman as he guided the Pursang into the cove. He’d already taken up the mainsail and the jib and was now motoring the thirty-footer to the shore.

There was a small dock located there, and he pulled alongside, cutting the motor and tossing the mooring lines to the woman who waited there for him.

April Dancer, her auburn hair blowing in the sun lit breeze, smiled at him.

As the boat was secured, Napoleon hopped down, and into her waiting arms.

“I missed you lover,” she whispered.

“Me too.”

Their lips met, making up for lost time...

.

They made their way to the farmhouse, not far away, and after striking a blue-flamed match to find the key, they tumbled inside, heading immediately to a an old comfy couch.

There they made love, and when finally they came up for air; they both laughed.

“Just think a whole weekend without Waverly,” Napoleon smiled.

“Mark and Illya too,” she added. “I adore them, but at times they just keep hovering over us. Why do they do that?”

“Old habits, they’re used to protecting us.”

Napoleon’s communicator broke the spell of the moment.

“Solo.”

“Yes, I have an assignment for you...”

The GAL from U.N.C.L.E. ?

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It's interesting that we have men from UNCLE, but not women... only girls.  I guess it just sounded better.