Life Is continues

Anton stood there, hands in pockets, face unreadable.

“So it’s a date then? “

She shook her head. “Who said anything about this being a date?”

He shrugged and walked to the door. “You really need to chill.”

She closed her eyes.

Of all the Stupid. Stupider. Stupidest things to have agreed to…


Footsteps.  He was walking back.


“Do dress casually …no high heels or short skirts.  Usually,” he shrugged again, “I think they look wonderful but this time jeans and trainers would be better.”

She glared at him. “Just where are we going?”

He laughed and walked to the door, “Nowhere that will endanger that pristine reputation of yours…..though it might dent that prim and proper exterior you like to portray.”

She glared at him until he left the room folded her arms across her chest and watched him leave.

How had I let him talk me into this?


OK. OK. God I’ve got everything under control. I go out to where he likes to hang out (he has assured me it will be a public place) and in return he decides to accompany me to Church (which to him is another public place with a lot of judgmental people.)

She knew had what her Mother called a ‘roving eye and had a reputation where women were concerned – but he also deserved the benefit of the doubt. Deserved to hear the gospel presented to him …deserved to see another way of life than the one he knew.

A few minutes ago he had been in here, invading her space, his eyes drinking her up from head to toe, flashing his white teeth around.

Yeah. That’s what he reminded her of.

A shark.

He could chew someone like her up for breakfast and swallow her whole.

Body, soul and every part of her and leave her emotions lying like tattered …..

She shivered.

In her book, his type spelt T-R-O-U-B-L-E.  They lied, they cheated, they said they loved you even though they were sleeping around, they….

Whoa. Hang on. Who are we talking about here?


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