Ester Pickering
It was a quiet serene place alongside a lonely hillside. The grass was brown and the trees were bare. Grace walked along the path towards her grandmother’s little cottage. Grace only visited her grandmother one a month when she was given leave by Sir Geoffry Poole.
“CRASH!” Grace looked up from the path in front of her startled by the loud noise.
“Grandmother?!” Grace ran towards her grandmother’s cottage and burst through the door. “Grandmother, grandmother are you alright?”
Ester Pickering who was crouched down on the floor and cursing because she had dropped her kettle of tea looked up at her granddaughter that had rushed in so quickly. A smile came across her face.
“Aye, aye child. I am well. Just spilled me tea. That’s all.” Ester explained.
Grace quickly found an old rag and began to help her grandmother pick up the pieces of her broken teapot. After cleaning up the small mess Grace helped her grandmother to her feet and sat her down in a nearby chair.
“Don’t fuss over me so, child. I am not so old that I cannot help myself.” Ester scolded.
Grace rolled her eyes as she had heard her grandmother say this many times before. Ester was well into her eighties. She was once a beautiful maiden much like Grace, but time had taken its toll on her beauty. Her hair had turned gray and she just let it hang down all around. She lived by herself and seldom had visitors. She saw no need to pin it up besides it kept her warm in the wintertime.
Grace looked around the cottage and found a picture of her grandfather Arnold Pickering. She picked it up and admired it.
“My grandfather was handsome.” She said as she looked over her shoulder at her grandmother.
“Aye he was. God rest his soul.” Ester replied as she picked up her walking stick that had be leaned against the wall next to her chair.
Grace set the picture down and sat down in a chair near her grandmother. She took her grandmother’s hand and held it in her own.
“Grandmother, I have something to tell you.” Grace said as she looked into her grandmother’s eyes. “Sir Geoffry has ordered me to go to the Fortress at North Berwick this month.”
“What?!?” Ester exclaimed. “I forbid it! The nerve of Sir Geoffry sending a young girl to do his bidding at a Fort with privateers, soldiers, and all manor of unsavory nobles!”
“Grandmother, I must for if I do not Sir Poole with not be happy with me.” Grace whined.
“If he lays one finger on you I will kill him myself!” Ester said as she shook her walking stick in the air.
Grace appreciated her grandmother’s concern, but knew she would never actually harm anyone.
“No, you will not go.” Ester ordered.
“But Grandmother!” Grace protested.
“No, I’ve made up me mind! I will go in your place.” Ester proclaimed.
Grace was stunned.
“Aye, you will stay here in me cottage whilst I do Sir Geoffrey’s bidding at the Fortess at North Berwick.” Ester explained.
Grace knew better than to cross her grandmother once she had made up her mind. The two of them sat in silence for a long moment. Finally Ester broke the silence by burping.
“Grandmother!” Grace scolded.
“My apologies, child. Tea does it every time.” Ester grinned.
The two giggled at her grandmother’s lack of manners.
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Thursday, January 03, 2008
Sunday, December 09, 2007
That's Why I Married You - Final Draft
Here's my final draft. Tell me what you think.
PICTURES
1. Peasant woman on steps of raised wooden house – primitive conditions
2. Wolf in snow (photo) wearing tracking collar
3. Bathers at Grenouille
My play is a modern comedic play about the life of a middle class married couple living in NYC.
TITLE
THAT’S WHY I MARRIED YOU
CHARACTERS
Grace – A plump woman in her 40’s.
Henry – A round roly poly man in his 50’s.
PLACE
SCENE I – A kitchen in a small one bedroom apartment in NYC.
SCENE II – A living room.
SCENE III – A car.
SCENE IV – A restaurant called La Genouille.
TIME
The present.
SCENE I
Lights rise to reveal a small kitchen. A small wooden table and two chairs are the only other items in the room. Grace is at the sink doing the dishes. She is wearing a simple dress with a white apron. Henry is at the table reading the morning paper. Henry is wearing a modest suit and tie.
GRACE. (She sighs and looks over at Henry longingly.) Henry?
HENRY. (He looks over at her over his glasses.) Yes, Grace?
GRACE. What are we going to do for our anniversary next Wednesday?
HENRY. Same thing we did last year, Grace. (A beat.) Absolutely nothing!
GRACE. (She spins around holding a frying pan up in the air.) What?!?
HENRY. (He considers what she may do with the frying pan, but doesn’t move a muscle.) I was just kidding, honey. Relax. I will take you out to a nice restaurant and then we’ll go to the theatre, ok?
GRACE. (She smiles and lowers the frying pan.) Yes, that sounds much better. What play are we going to see?
HENRY. (Smirking) The Taming of the Shrew!
GRACE. (Yelling and turning to run after him with the frying pan.) HENRY!!!!
HENRY. (Jumping out of his chair and grabbing his coat, he runs out the door laughing.) HA HA HA
Lights black out.
END SCENE
SCENE II
One week later. Lights rise to reveal a modest living room with a couch in the middle of the room. A coffee table is positioned in front of the couch on a small rug. A coat rack with two coats on it sits near stage right. Henry is sitting on the couch drumming his fingers. Henry is wearing a very basic tuxedo.
HENRY. Grace, Are you ready yet?
GRACE. (Offstage.) Not yet. Five more minutes.
HENRY. That’s what you said thirty minutes ago!
GRACE. (Offstage.) Well, you want me to look nice right?
HENRY. Yes.
GRACE. Well, then quit bothering me while I am getting dressed.
HENRY. If I wanted to go out with a street walker I could have just gone down to the corner!
GRACE. (She storms in from stage left wearing a formal black dress.) Street walker?!? Henry! I cannot believe you just compared me to a street walker!
HENRY. (Smiling.) You’re here aren’t you?
GRACE. (Glaring at him.) Yes.
HENRY. Then it worked! Come on, let’s go.
GRACE. Sometimes I wonder why I married you.
Henry stands up and walks over to Grace. He then kisses her ever so gently.
GRACE. (She is flushed from his kiss.) Oh, yeah. (A beat.) That’s why.
HENRY. (He walks over to the coat rack and picks up her coat. He then holds it out to help her put it on.) Madam, your coat.
GRACE. (She walks over to him and allows him to help her with her coat.) Merci, Monsieur.
Henry and Grace exit stage right arm in arm. Lights black out.
END SCENE.
SCENE III
Lights rise to reveal Grace and Henry sitting in two chairs in the middle of the stage. Henry is pantomiming driving. Grace is sitting quietly watching the world go buy as they drive.
GRACE: (Looking out the front window and commenting on Henry’s driving.) Henry?
HENRY: Yes, Grace?
GRACE: (Worried.) Don’t you think you ought to slow down with all the snow tonight?
HENRY: (Annoyed.) No, Grace.
GRACE: But, Henry what if we hit a patch of ice and…
HENRY: (Sighing and glancing her way.) We are not going to hit a patch of ice and slide, ok? I know how to drive in the snow. For Pete’s sake Grace how long have we lived in NYC? I think I can handle the car in a little bit of snow!
Suddenly Henry looks forward again and sees a patch of ice ahead. He swerves to miss it making the car hit the curb which flattens the front passenger tire. Grace screams and throws her arms up. Her hair is dishelved when they finally come to a halt.
GRACE: (Looking out her window at the flat tire.) Henry?
HENRY: (Angry.) Yes. Grace.
GRACE: We have a flat tire.
HENRY: I KNOW GRACE!
GRACE: I told you…
HENRY: DON’T EVEN SAY IT! In fact don’t say anything until we get to the restaurant, understand?
GRACE: (Nods her head yes.)
Henry gets out of the car and proceeds to change the flat tire. Lights fade to black as he changes it.
END SCENE.
SCENE IV
Lights rise to reveal a very nice French restaurant. Several tables and guests are seated about the stage. A coat rack is near stage left. A maitre d is standing at his podium also near stage left. Grace and Henry enter stage left. Henry takes Grace’s coat and shakes it as if shaking the snow off of it. Grace shakes the snow off her head.
GRACE. My goodness, the snow was worse than we thought it would be.
HENRY. (Nodding his head as he hangs up the coats on a coat rack nearby.) Yes, yes it was.
GRACE. Thank you.
HENRY. (Smiles at Grace and then approaches the maitre d.) Yes, I have a reservation.
The maitre d looks up and down the guest list and the finds their name. Henry slips the maitre d an undisclosed amount of money. The maitre d nods and seats them at a table at center stage. Henry pulls Grace’s chair out for her and then seats himself.
HENRY. So, Is La Grenouille, one of the top 5 restaurants in NYC ok with you?
GRACE. Yes, Henry. Thank you.
HENRY. I am glad to hear that.
GRACE. Henry, how are we able to afford to eat here tonight?
HENRY. I told the maitre d you would do the dishes.
GRACE. (She begins looking at the table to find something to throw at him.) What?!?
HENRY. I’m kidding. If you must know. (A beat.) I pawned my grandfather’s pocket watch.
GRACE. Oh, Henry. You didn’t have to do that.
HENRY. Yes, I did. You are special to me and I wanted to take you out to a really nice restaurant. We never get to go out to nice places and I wanted you to have a nice evening tonight.
GRACE. You have such a big heart. That right there is why I married you. (Grace leans over the table and gives him a kiss.)
HENRY. Don’t forget we are also going to a show tonight.
GRACE. (She kisses him once more and then sits back down.) What are we going to see?
HENRY. (Smirking.) I think it is one you can relate to.
GRACE. Really? What’s it called?
HENRY. (Stifling his laughter.) Wicked!
Lights black out.
END SCENE.
FIN
PICTURES
1. Peasant woman on steps of raised wooden house – primitive conditions
2. Wolf in snow (photo) wearing tracking collar
3. Bathers at Grenouille
My play is a modern comedic play about the life of a middle class married couple living in NYC.
TITLE
THAT’S WHY I MARRIED YOU
CHARACTERS
Grace – A plump woman in her 40’s.
Henry – A round roly poly man in his 50’s.
PLACE
SCENE I – A kitchen in a small one bedroom apartment in NYC.
SCENE II – A living room.
SCENE III – A car.
SCENE IV – A restaurant called La Genouille.
TIME
The present.
SCENE I
Lights rise to reveal a small kitchen. A small wooden table and two chairs are the only other items in the room. Grace is at the sink doing the dishes. She is wearing a simple dress with a white apron. Henry is at the table reading the morning paper. Henry is wearing a modest suit and tie.
GRACE. (She sighs and looks over at Henry longingly.) Henry?
HENRY. (He looks over at her over his glasses.) Yes, Grace?
GRACE. What are we going to do for our anniversary next Wednesday?
HENRY. Same thing we did last year, Grace. (A beat.) Absolutely nothing!
GRACE. (She spins around holding a frying pan up in the air.) What?!?
HENRY. (He considers what she may do with the frying pan, but doesn’t move a muscle.) I was just kidding, honey. Relax. I will take you out to a nice restaurant and then we’ll go to the theatre, ok?
GRACE. (She smiles and lowers the frying pan.) Yes, that sounds much better. What play are we going to see?
HENRY. (Smirking) The Taming of the Shrew!
GRACE. (Yelling and turning to run after him with the frying pan.) HENRY!!!!
HENRY. (Jumping out of his chair and grabbing his coat, he runs out the door laughing.) HA HA HA
Lights black out.
END SCENE
SCENE II
One week later. Lights rise to reveal a modest living room with a couch in the middle of the room. A coffee table is positioned in front of the couch on a small rug. A coat rack with two coats on it sits near stage right. Henry is sitting on the couch drumming his fingers. Henry is wearing a very basic tuxedo.
HENRY. Grace, Are you ready yet?
GRACE. (Offstage.) Not yet. Five more minutes.
HENRY. That’s what you said thirty minutes ago!
GRACE. (Offstage.) Well, you want me to look nice right?
HENRY. Yes.
GRACE. Well, then quit bothering me while I am getting dressed.
HENRY. If I wanted to go out with a street walker I could have just gone down to the corner!
GRACE. (She storms in from stage left wearing a formal black dress.) Street walker?!? Henry! I cannot believe you just compared me to a street walker!
HENRY. (Smiling.) You’re here aren’t you?
GRACE. (Glaring at him.) Yes.
HENRY. Then it worked! Come on, let’s go.
GRACE. Sometimes I wonder why I married you.
Henry stands up and walks over to Grace. He then kisses her ever so gently.
GRACE. (She is flushed from his kiss.) Oh, yeah. (A beat.) That’s why.
HENRY. (He walks over to the coat rack and picks up her coat. He then holds it out to help her put it on.) Madam, your coat.
GRACE. (She walks over to him and allows him to help her with her coat.) Merci, Monsieur.
Henry and Grace exit stage right arm in arm. Lights black out.
END SCENE.
SCENE III
Lights rise to reveal Grace and Henry sitting in two chairs in the middle of the stage. Henry is pantomiming driving. Grace is sitting quietly watching the world go buy as they drive.
GRACE: (Looking out the front window and commenting on Henry’s driving.) Henry?
HENRY: Yes, Grace?
GRACE: (Worried.) Don’t you think you ought to slow down with all the snow tonight?
HENRY: (Annoyed.) No, Grace.
GRACE: But, Henry what if we hit a patch of ice and…
HENRY: (Sighing and glancing her way.) We are not going to hit a patch of ice and slide, ok? I know how to drive in the snow. For Pete’s sake Grace how long have we lived in NYC? I think I can handle the car in a little bit of snow!
Suddenly Henry looks forward again and sees a patch of ice ahead. He swerves to miss it making the car hit the curb which flattens the front passenger tire. Grace screams and throws her arms up. Her hair is dishelved when they finally come to a halt.
GRACE: (Looking out her window at the flat tire.) Henry?
HENRY: (Angry.) Yes. Grace.
GRACE: We have a flat tire.
HENRY: I KNOW GRACE!
GRACE: I told you…
HENRY: DON’T EVEN SAY IT! In fact don’t say anything until we get to the restaurant, understand?
GRACE: (Nods her head yes.)
Henry gets out of the car and proceeds to change the flat tire. Lights fade to black as he changes it.
END SCENE.
SCENE IV
Lights rise to reveal a very nice French restaurant. Several tables and guests are seated about the stage. A coat rack is near stage left. A maitre d is standing at his podium also near stage left. Grace and Henry enter stage left. Henry takes Grace’s coat and shakes it as if shaking the snow off of it. Grace shakes the snow off her head.
GRACE. My goodness, the snow was worse than we thought it would be.
HENRY. (Nodding his head as he hangs up the coats on a coat rack nearby.) Yes, yes it was.
GRACE. Thank you.
HENRY. (Smiles at Grace and then approaches the maitre d.) Yes, I have a reservation.
The maitre d looks up and down the guest list and the finds their name. Henry slips the maitre d an undisclosed amount of money. The maitre d nods and seats them at a table at center stage. Henry pulls Grace’s chair out for her and then seats himself.
HENRY. So, Is La Grenouille, one of the top 5 restaurants in NYC ok with you?
GRACE. Yes, Henry. Thank you.
HENRY. I am glad to hear that.
GRACE. Henry, how are we able to afford to eat here tonight?
HENRY. I told the maitre d you would do the dishes.
GRACE. (She begins looking at the table to find something to throw at him.) What?!?
HENRY. I’m kidding. If you must know. (A beat.) I pawned my grandfather’s pocket watch.
GRACE. Oh, Henry. You didn’t have to do that.
HENRY. Yes, I did. You are special to me and I wanted to take you out to a really nice restaurant. We never get to go out to nice places and I wanted you to have a nice evening tonight.
GRACE. You have such a big heart. That right there is why I married you. (Grace leans over the table and gives him a kiss.)
HENRY. Don’t forget we are also going to a show tonight.
GRACE. (She kisses him once more and then sits back down.) What are we going to see?
HENRY. (Smirking.) I think it is one you can relate to.
GRACE. Really? What’s it called?
HENRY. (Stifling his laughter.) Wicked!
Lights black out.
END SCENE.
FIN
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
THAT'S WHY I MARRIED YOU
I wrote this play for my final project in my Intro to Drama class. We had to look at several pictures, pick three that inspired us and then write a play. Tell me what you think.
PICTURES
Peasant woman on steps of raised wooden house – primitive conditions
Wolf in snow (photo) wearing tracking collar
Bathers at Grenouille
My play is a modern comedic play about the life of a middle class married couple living in NYC.
TITLE
THAT’S WHY I MARRIED YOU
CHARACTERS
Grace – A plump woman in her 40’s.
Henry – A round roly poly man in his 50’s.
PLACE
A small one bedroom apartment in NYC.
TIME
The present.
SCENE I
Lights rise to reveal a small kitchen. A small wooden table and two chairs are the only other items in the room. Grace is at the sink doing the dishes. She is wearing a simple dress with a white apron. Henry is at the table reading the morning paper. Henry is wearing a modest suit and tie.
GRACE. (She sighs and looks over at Henry longingly.) Henry?
HENRY. (He looks over at her over his glasses.) Yes, Grace?
GRACE. What are we going to do for our anniversary next Wednesday?
HENRY. Same thing we did last year, Grace. (A beat.) Absolutely nothing!
GRACE. (She spins around holding a frying pan up in the air.) What?!?
HENRY. (He considers what she may do with the frying pan, but doesn’t move a muscle.) I was just kidding, honey. Relax. I will take you out to a nice restaurant and then we’ll go to the theatre, ok?
GRACE. (She smiles and lowers the frying pan.) Yes, that sounds much better. What play are we going to see?
HENRY. (Smirking) The Taming of the Shrew!
GRACE. (Yelling and turning to run after him with the frying pan.) HENRY!!!!
HENRY. (Jumping out of his chair and grabbing his coat, he runs out the door laughing.) HA HA HA
Lights black out.
END SCENE
SCENE II
One week later. Lights rise to reveal a modest living room with a couch in the middle of the room. A coffee table is positioned in front of the couch on a small rug. A coat rack with two coats on it sits near stage right. Henry is sitting on the couch drumming his fingers. Henry is wearing a very basic tuxedo.
HENRY. Grace, Are you ready yet?
GRACE. (Offstage.) Not yet. Five more minutes.
HENRY. That’s what you said thirty minutes ago!
GRACE. (Offstage.) Well, you want me to look nice right?
HENRY. Yes.
GRACE. Well, then quit bothering me while I am getting dressed.
HENRY. If I wanted to go out with a street walker I could have just gone down to the corner!
GRACE. (She storms in from stage left wearing a formal black dress.) Street walker?!? Henry! I cannot believe you just compared me to a street walker!
HENRY. (Smiling.) You’re here aren’t you?
GRACE. (Glaring at him.) Yes.
HENRY. Then it worked! Come on, let’s go.
GRACE. Sometimes I wonder why I married you.
Henry stands up and walks over to Grace. He then kisses her ever so gently.
GRACE. (She is flushed from his kiss.) Oh, yeah. (A beat.) That’s why.
HENRY. (He walks over to the coat rack and picks up her coat. He then holds it out to help her put it on.) Madam, your coat.
GRACE. (She walks over to him and allows him to help her with her coat.) Merci, Monsieur.
Henry and Grace exit stage right arm in arm. Lights black out.
END SCENE.
SCENE III
Light rise to reveal a very nice French restaurant. Several tables and guests are seated about the stage. A coat rack is near stage left. A maitre d is standing at his podium also near stage left. Grace and Henry enter stage left. Henry takes Grace’s coat and shakes it as if shaking the snow off of it. Grace shakes the snow off her head.
GRACE. My goodness, the snow was worse than we thought it would be.
HENRY. (Nodding his head as he hangs up the coats on a coat rack nearby.) Yes, yes it was.
GRACE. Thank you.
HENRY. (Smiles at Grace and then approaches the maitre d.) Yes, I have a reservation.
The maitre d looks up and down the guest list and the finds their name. Henry slips the maitre d an undisclosed amount of money. The maitre d nods and seats them at a table at center stage. Henry pulls Grace’s chair out for her and then seats himself.
HENRY. So, Is La Grenouille, one of the top 5 restaurants in NYC ok with you?
GRACE. Yes, Henry. Thank you.
HENRY. I am glad to hear that.
GRACE. Henry, how are we able to afford to eat here tonight?
HENRY. I told the maitre d you would do the dishes.
GRACE. (She begins looking at the table to find something to throw at him.) What?!?
HENRY. I’m kidding. If you must know. (A beat.) I pawned my grandfather’s pocket watch.
GRACE. Oh, Henry. You didn’t have to do that.
HENRY. Yes, I did. You are special to me and I wanted to take you out to a really nice restaurant. We never get to go out to nice places and I wanted you to have a nice evening tonight.
GRACE. You have such a big heart. That right there is why I married you. (Grace leans over the table and gives him a kiss.)
HENRY. Don’t forget we are also going to a show tonight.
GRACE. (She kisses him once more and then sits back down.) What are we going to see?
HENRY. (Smirking.) I think it is one you can relate to.
GRACE. Really? What’s it called?
HENRY. (Stifling his laughter.) Wicked!
Lights black out.
END SCENE.
FIN
PICTURES
Peasant woman on steps of raised wooden house – primitive conditions
Wolf in snow (photo) wearing tracking collar
Bathers at Grenouille
My play is a modern comedic play about the life of a middle class married couple living in NYC.
TITLE
THAT’S WHY I MARRIED YOU
CHARACTERS
Grace – A plump woman in her 40’s.
Henry – A round roly poly man in his 50’s.
PLACE
A small one bedroom apartment in NYC.
TIME
The present.
SCENE I
Lights rise to reveal a small kitchen. A small wooden table and two chairs are the only other items in the room. Grace is at the sink doing the dishes. She is wearing a simple dress with a white apron. Henry is at the table reading the morning paper. Henry is wearing a modest suit and tie.
GRACE. (She sighs and looks over at Henry longingly.) Henry?
HENRY. (He looks over at her over his glasses.) Yes, Grace?
GRACE. What are we going to do for our anniversary next Wednesday?
HENRY. Same thing we did last year, Grace. (A beat.) Absolutely nothing!
GRACE. (She spins around holding a frying pan up in the air.) What?!?
HENRY. (He considers what she may do with the frying pan, but doesn’t move a muscle.) I was just kidding, honey. Relax. I will take you out to a nice restaurant and then we’ll go to the theatre, ok?
GRACE. (She smiles and lowers the frying pan.) Yes, that sounds much better. What play are we going to see?
HENRY. (Smirking) The Taming of the Shrew!
GRACE. (Yelling and turning to run after him with the frying pan.) HENRY!!!!
HENRY. (Jumping out of his chair and grabbing his coat, he runs out the door laughing.) HA HA HA
Lights black out.
END SCENE
SCENE II
One week later. Lights rise to reveal a modest living room with a couch in the middle of the room. A coffee table is positioned in front of the couch on a small rug. A coat rack with two coats on it sits near stage right. Henry is sitting on the couch drumming his fingers. Henry is wearing a very basic tuxedo.
HENRY. Grace, Are you ready yet?
GRACE. (Offstage.) Not yet. Five more minutes.
HENRY. That’s what you said thirty minutes ago!
GRACE. (Offstage.) Well, you want me to look nice right?
HENRY. Yes.
GRACE. Well, then quit bothering me while I am getting dressed.
HENRY. If I wanted to go out with a street walker I could have just gone down to the corner!
GRACE. (She storms in from stage left wearing a formal black dress.) Street walker?!? Henry! I cannot believe you just compared me to a street walker!
HENRY. (Smiling.) You’re here aren’t you?
GRACE. (Glaring at him.) Yes.
HENRY. Then it worked! Come on, let’s go.
GRACE. Sometimes I wonder why I married you.
Henry stands up and walks over to Grace. He then kisses her ever so gently.
GRACE. (She is flushed from his kiss.) Oh, yeah. (A beat.) That’s why.
HENRY. (He walks over to the coat rack and picks up her coat. He then holds it out to help her put it on.) Madam, your coat.
GRACE. (She walks over to him and allows him to help her with her coat.) Merci, Monsieur.
Henry and Grace exit stage right arm in arm. Lights black out.
END SCENE.
SCENE III
Light rise to reveal a very nice French restaurant. Several tables and guests are seated about the stage. A coat rack is near stage left. A maitre d is standing at his podium also near stage left. Grace and Henry enter stage left. Henry takes Grace’s coat and shakes it as if shaking the snow off of it. Grace shakes the snow off her head.
GRACE. My goodness, the snow was worse than we thought it would be.
HENRY. (Nodding his head as he hangs up the coats on a coat rack nearby.) Yes, yes it was.
GRACE. Thank you.
HENRY. (Smiles at Grace and then approaches the maitre d.) Yes, I have a reservation.
The maitre d looks up and down the guest list and the finds their name. Henry slips the maitre d an undisclosed amount of money. The maitre d nods and seats them at a table at center stage. Henry pulls Grace’s chair out for her and then seats himself.
HENRY. So, Is La Grenouille, one of the top 5 restaurants in NYC ok with you?
GRACE. Yes, Henry. Thank you.
HENRY. I am glad to hear that.
GRACE. Henry, how are we able to afford to eat here tonight?
HENRY. I told the maitre d you would do the dishes.
GRACE. (She begins looking at the table to find something to throw at him.) What?!?
HENRY. I’m kidding. If you must know. (A beat.) I pawned my grandfather’s pocket watch.
GRACE. Oh, Henry. You didn’t have to do that.
HENRY. Yes, I did. You are special to me and I wanted to take you out to a really nice restaurant. We never get to go out to nice places and I wanted you to have a nice evening tonight.
GRACE. You have such a big heart. That right there is why I married you. (Grace leans over the table and gives him a kiss.)
HENRY. Don’t forget we are also going to a show tonight.
GRACE. (She kisses him once more and then sits back down.) What are we going to see?
HENRY. (Smirking.) I think it is one you can relate to.
GRACE. Really? What’s it called?
HENRY. (Stifling his laughter.) Wicked!
Lights black out.
END SCENE.
FIN
Thursday, July 19, 2007
A Wonderful Night - An Original Fic
The moonlight danced over the couple as they lazily walked together in the night air. The breeze blew her hair ever so gently painting small lines across her face. He reached over and pushed them back around her ear. She blushed and lowered her eyes.
He reached over and put his finger under her chin and gently raised it upward. She gazed deep into his eyes. His eyes cast a spell over her making her yearn for him even more. As he stood there looking into her eyes he began to lean down to her. His lips came within reach of hers. Her breath increased causing warm air to pulse against his cheek. The warmth of her breath against his cheek sent a sensation through his entire body only making him want her more. He leaned in and his lips touched hers.
A passion raced through her making her womanhood tingle. She opened her mouth to let him in. He devoured her. Their tongues darting about each other’s. Caressing, tasting, teasing each other. He wrapped his arms around her cradling her in his arms and deepening his kiss. She felt weak and surrendered herself to him absorbing the feel of his strong arms around her. She felt safe.
He slid his hand up her side under her shirt caressing her breast in his hand. He rubbed her nipple between his fingers slightly squeezing it. Electric pulses shot from her breast to her tenderness making her moist with pleasure.He took his kiss from her lips to her neck kissing and tasting her wanting to devour her entirety. She reached up with one hand and ran her fingers slowly through his hair. When he pinched her nipple a little harder, she moaned first in shock and then in pleasure.
He backed her up to a nearby bench and sat her down placing himself on his knees between her legs. He raised her shirt exposing her beautiful breasts to the night wind. They both rose to the cool wind’s command and waited for him to tantalize them more. He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He began suckling her with his lips and tongue. As his tongue ran across the tip of her nipple that same sensation filled her making her moist and wanting him even more. He then trailed his tongue across her chest and devoured her other nipple. As he bit down, she arched her back pushing herself hard against him.
He slid his hand up her thigh under her skirt rubbing the wetness he had created. She dropped her head back at his touch enjoying his fingers stroking her. He continued to lash his tongue around her nipple as he stroked her faster and faster. Her body filled with sensations she was unable to contain. Her moans were broken as her breath quickened with every stroke. He slid her panties to one side and rubbed the softness hidden beneath them. She took a deep breath at the touch of his flesh to hers. She pushed her hips into him begging him to stop this torture inside her.
He knew she wanted him to slide his fingers into her wetness. He continued to circle her peak just to tease her even more. She arched her back and bucked her hips towards him again hoping he would enter her. This time he satisfied her request. He slid his first finger inside of her. She bit her lip and moaned. He began pulsing his finger inside of her. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She sat up at the insertion of his second finger to feel him deeper.She began to meet his fingers with her hips wanting more from him. He slid his third finger inside her. She grabbed his head and smashed her mouth on to his bucking her hips pleading for more.
He could tell she was ready to explode by the increased rapidness of her moans. He pulled out his fingers. She whimpered not wanting him to stop. He pushed up her skirt and tugged at her panties. He slid them down her legs and tossed them aside. He then gently but forcefully leaned her back onto the bench. She lay there looking up into the clear dark sky. He lowered his head and kissed his way down her stomach to her shaven patch. He slid his tongue over her peak. She responded by arching her back with pleasure. He swirled his tongue around her tasting, taunting, and teasing her. She bit her lip and moaned. He ran his tongue over her pink flesh tasting the moistness.
He smiled knowing what effect his touch had on her. He licked her wetness darting his tongue in and out of her. She bucked her hips feeling a soft sensation run through her body with every stroke. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel his hardness within her stroking her inner most desire. He knew she was getting close again. While he continued caressing her with his tongue he unzipped his pants exposing himself to the night. She could feel the wetness of his tongue mixing with the wetness dripping from her. He paused, she whimpered.
He stood up and thrust himself inside her. Both felt a lightening flash of passion fill their souls. He grabbed her hips and slammed his into hers. Her moans began to be shorter and paced along with every thrust into her. She raised her hips to meet his every blow. Sweat began to bead upon them both. He looked down at her watching her face as she bit her lip and moaned on the verge of screaming. She looked up at him and their eyes met. Her eyes told him that she was his and his alone to do with as he pleased.
She wrapped her legs around his waist pushing his hardness deeper inside her. As their hips knocked together wildly her muscles locked around his. He filled her with his seed. Her moistness flowed from within her dripping down their bodies. His body collided with hers. He dared not pull out he wanted his seed to stay within her, claiming her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders holding him close to her. The coupled laid there together breathing heavily caressing each other trying to hold on to this moment forever in the moonlight.
He reached over and put his finger under her chin and gently raised it upward. She gazed deep into his eyes. His eyes cast a spell over her making her yearn for him even more. As he stood there looking into her eyes he began to lean down to her. His lips came within reach of hers. Her breath increased causing warm air to pulse against his cheek. The warmth of her breath against his cheek sent a sensation through his entire body only making him want her more. He leaned in and his lips touched hers.
A passion raced through her making her womanhood tingle. She opened her mouth to let him in. He devoured her. Their tongues darting about each other’s. Caressing, tasting, teasing each other. He wrapped his arms around her cradling her in his arms and deepening his kiss. She felt weak and surrendered herself to him absorbing the feel of his strong arms around her. She felt safe.
He slid his hand up her side under her shirt caressing her breast in his hand. He rubbed her nipple between his fingers slightly squeezing it. Electric pulses shot from her breast to her tenderness making her moist with pleasure.He took his kiss from her lips to her neck kissing and tasting her wanting to devour her entirety. She reached up with one hand and ran her fingers slowly through his hair. When he pinched her nipple a little harder, she moaned first in shock and then in pleasure.
He backed her up to a nearby bench and sat her down placing himself on his knees between her legs. He raised her shirt exposing her beautiful breasts to the night wind. They both rose to the cool wind’s command and waited for him to tantalize them more. He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He began suckling her with his lips and tongue. As his tongue ran across the tip of her nipple that same sensation filled her making her moist and wanting him even more. He then trailed his tongue across her chest and devoured her other nipple. As he bit down, she arched her back pushing herself hard against him.
He slid his hand up her thigh under her skirt rubbing the wetness he had created. She dropped her head back at his touch enjoying his fingers stroking her. He continued to lash his tongue around her nipple as he stroked her faster and faster. Her body filled with sensations she was unable to contain. Her moans were broken as her breath quickened with every stroke. He slid her panties to one side and rubbed the softness hidden beneath them. She took a deep breath at the touch of his flesh to hers. She pushed her hips into him begging him to stop this torture inside her.
He knew she wanted him to slide his fingers into her wetness. He continued to circle her peak just to tease her even more. She arched her back and bucked her hips towards him again hoping he would enter her. This time he satisfied her request. He slid his first finger inside of her. She bit her lip and moaned. He began pulsing his finger inside of her. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She sat up at the insertion of his second finger to feel him deeper.She began to meet his fingers with her hips wanting more from him. He slid his third finger inside her. She grabbed his head and smashed her mouth on to his bucking her hips pleading for more.
He could tell she was ready to explode by the increased rapidness of her moans. He pulled out his fingers. She whimpered not wanting him to stop. He pushed up her skirt and tugged at her panties. He slid them down her legs and tossed them aside. He then gently but forcefully leaned her back onto the bench. She lay there looking up into the clear dark sky. He lowered his head and kissed his way down her stomach to her shaven patch. He slid his tongue over her peak. She responded by arching her back with pleasure. He swirled his tongue around her tasting, taunting, and teasing her. She bit her lip and moaned. He ran his tongue over her pink flesh tasting the moistness.
He smiled knowing what effect his touch had on her. He licked her wetness darting his tongue in and out of her. She bucked her hips feeling a soft sensation run through her body with every stroke. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel his hardness within her stroking her inner most desire. He knew she was getting close again. While he continued caressing her with his tongue he unzipped his pants exposing himself to the night. She could feel the wetness of his tongue mixing with the wetness dripping from her. He paused, she whimpered.
He stood up and thrust himself inside her. Both felt a lightening flash of passion fill their souls. He grabbed her hips and slammed his into hers. Her moans began to be shorter and paced along with every thrust into her. She raised her hips to meet his every blow. Sweat began to bead upon them both. He looked down at her watching her face as she bit her lip and moaned on the verge of screaming. She looked up at him and their eyes met. Her eyes told him that she was his and his alone to do with as he pleased.
She wrapped her legs around his waist pushing his hardness deeper inside her. As their hips knocked together wildly her muscles locked around his. He filled her with his seed. Her moistness flowed from within her dripping down their bodies. His body collided with hers. He dared not pull out he wanted his seed to stay within her, claiming her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders holding him close to her. The coupled laid there together breathing heavily caressing each other trying to hold on to this moment forever in the moonlight.
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