The storm thrashed wildly outside Annaās bedroom window. Lightening flashed intermittently, shattering the darkness temporarily. She pulled her covers up tighter around her shoulders, and trembled within them, unable to thwart her fear of storms, and being alone. Her boyfriend, Jack, was gone, having left quickly, following their explosive fight. Anna lay here, trembling now, part from her anger at Jack, and partly due to the incredible, violent storm outside.
Another flash of lightening illuminated her bedroom, followed by the loud roar of thunder. The digital display on her alarm clock flashed off, then on again, and then blackened, as the electrical power to her home was gone. āOh shitā, she complained loudly to herself, again clutching the covers tightly around her body. She closed her eyes, hoping to fall into a sweet sleep until morning.
Bang, then bump, then the loud clapping of thunder, jolted Anna as she lay quietly praying for sleep. The old house shuttered under the stormās wind, sending creaks and squeaks throughout itself, adding its own distinctive sounds to the rumbles of the storm. Suddenly, Anna heard another, different sound. It was the sound of movements, coming from downstairs. Terrified, she sat up in her bed, and stared at her bedroom door with wide, frightened eyes. Her mind was racing. She felt utter terror and confusion, as she sat there, almost unable to breath, while her heart added its deep thumping to the symphony of sounds around her.
At that moment, she heard a familiar voice, as the door opened, and a very disgusted, drenched Jack, stepped into the bedroom. āEEEEeeeeeeek!ā she shrieked loudly. āDamn you Jack! I ought to kill you! You scared the shit out of me!ā She grabbed a pillow from the bed and flung it hard at the dripping figure. āYou assā, she said, as she jumped from the bed, and ran towards her lover, almost beating the pillow she had thrown, into his arms. Anna hugged him tightly, completely ignoring his totally drenched state. His wet face cooled her warm skin fleetingly, before the wetness of their two hot mouths met, each one pushing a probing tongue inside, quickly, anxiously, sharing a passionate, wanton kiss.
She pushed him away then, laughed at him, and then said again to him, āYou scared me to death, you ass. I thought you were gone for the night.ā