Hurricane Zerlina predicted landfall over the east coast of Florida; already along the southeastern seaboard of Florida was issued a hurricane warning, with the television on the local news. I appreciated the weather personality Anita Rameriz, damn she looks more attractive in her rain gear than a tight-fitted dress with those voluptuous hips; while packing personal items from my beach-side condo unit and prepared to drive an hour to Westen in suburban Broward County because my colleague Deanna asked me to wait out the storm at her place; during the drive asking myself why now she wanted me to stay over after many hurricanes and tropical storms and why now.
The approaching hurricane effects are already noticeable as the high winds bent palm trees and knocked around street lights. Along Los Olas Blvd Fort Lauderdale, shops and stores are all boarded up; debris litters the streets blacktop of the asphalt looks like a glossy mirror; I remained mindful during the drive to avoid flooded roadways.
An hour later made it to Westen and drove through the guarded gate at her community; approaching the estate home with a circular paved driveway rolled against a modern contemporary resident and took up two lots; She walked out to greet me with a big smile during a slow drizzling rainfall and instructed me to pull my Volkswagon Altlas into one of her four garages.
As I stored my bags in the room off the garage, I was familiar with the floor plan since attending many parties at Deanna's house; I came into the kitchen that opened into the family area, hearing a burst of male laughter that was very familiar mixed with Deanna's; steadied in the big leather chair at the end of the room, facing the television on the wall, acid-washed button shirt with a glass of red wine in hand its Doug.
Deanna shared a glass of wine with a passionate embrace with a wet kiss on my right cheek; noticing she had changed out of a baggy shirt and jeans when I first arrived into gray high-waist seamless workout leggings with a matching mid-impact bra with Puma in black lettering; Deanna's curvy body is fit and thick.
Doug noticed, and his expression told me when she walked between us to get more appetizers and another glass of wine from the kitchen; Then reports suggested hurricane eye passing over Lake Worth Beach as we talked, drank, and glued to the weather channel.
Finally, her community lost power in minutes the generator kicked on.
The wine could not distract my mind for very long; Deanna was about to get fucked by Doug right in front of my eyes.
She downed her wine before putting the glass on the table with childlike uncertainty; she touched Doug's bicep with her right hand and placed the left palm on his chest, where a partially unbuttoned shirt revealed his tan skin; then he gently stroked her face before leaning over to kiss her.
