As he laid me down
A True Story
Some years ago and in the height of summer, when the evening temperature didn’t go below 28 degrees. Drinks were flowing, the music was playing, our flirtatious bump and grind moves to the beat all night, had set the stage for what was to come later.
It was about 2am, after all our guest had left after the party we had thrown in aid of John’s 35th Birthday, both of us were a little worse for wear, but John managed to scooped me up in his arms. Step by step he went as he climbed the stairs which seemed an eternity when you have something els on your mind. Across the landing passing the spare bedrooms and bathroom, I reached out to open our bedroom door. Walking over to our bed John gently laid me down on our new kingsize bed with post raising up from each corner, it had only arrived a couple of days earlier and needed to be christened.








