She was running, not knowing where. It was nighttime and foggy; she was beginning to feel cold. She had run out of the house just wearing her white T-shirt and blue jeans and had not even stopped to put shoes on. The road was cold against her bare feet, but she continued to run. Tears ran down her face and besides getting cold, she was getting tired. Suddenly she tripped and she was on the ground, crying out in pain as her arms slid against the pavement. She laid her head down continuing to cry and unable to move when she saw the headlights approaching.
Misty:
She awoke again from the same dream, her heart racing and tears running down her face. She was having the dream more frequently and it frightened her. She saw that it was already light outside and remembered that Robert was coming over to drop off some work. Excited with the thought, the dream was forgotten and she quickly got up. She put on white-laced bra and panties, something sexy she hadn't worn in quite sometime considering Larry and hers relationship. She then put on a white long sleeved blouse and a pair of blue jeans.
She went to the kitchen and the first thing she did was put cinnamon rolls on a cookie sheet and placed them in the oven. She went to make coffee and the next thing she heard was a pop and water running. After several minutes she opened the cabinet underneath the sink and saw the leak where the water was coming from. Her attempts to turn off the water not only got her soaked, but the valve was stuck and she couldn't turn it at all.
"Damn!" She yelled out, but then laughed.
This always happens
, she thought to herself. She tried taping it with duct tape, which didn't work very well. She grabbed a bucket and sat on the floor in front of where the leak was. The doorbell rang." Help! Come in!" She cried out, giggling at the entire scene she was presenting.
Robert:
"What the hell?" He said walking in, seeing her on the floor, completely soaked, laughing, and water everywhere. He reached down, quickly turning the water off.
He went to help her up but the floor was slippery; she fell and the bucket of water went up in the air soaking his shirt. He looked at her; she sat there trying hard not to laugh. He couldn't help but notice that the water had made her blouse see through and he was getting a nice view of her breasts even with the low cut lace bra she had on.
I've got to stop thinking like this, he thought.
"I'm soooo sorry! I really am!" She giggled, her hand at her mouth still trying not to laugh.
Looking at this adorable dripping creature on the floor that he could tell really wanted to burst with laughter, he couldn't help himself any longer and laughed." Misty, I can't remember the last time I laughed this hard. Thank you. "
Misty:
"I really am sorry. This isn't exactly what I had planned." She looked down at her shirt, and realized what he was starring at." But maybe you like this plan better?"
"Hmmm!" He said, finding himself at a loss for words. He helped her up, this time making sure she didn't fall again." Is something burning? "
"Oh Damn! Doesn't anything go right?" She said going to the oven and pulling out the burnt cinnamon rolls." Well, I tried. "
"Rolls too? Makes me wonder what you did have in mind. Why don't you go change into some dry clothes and I'll buy you breakfast? We can stop at my house on the way so I can get a dry shirt. "
"Oh I couldn't do that." She said, turning away from him and tossing the rolls in the trashcan.
"Its just breakfast. What doesn't he let you go out?" Robert said.
