Beautiful golden brown curls fell past her shoulders and gently rested upon her breast, she cast a look of playfulness with her shinny emerald eyes, "Are you coming?" A small giggle escaped her, smiling she grabbed his hand and ran toward the overgrown meadow.

An ancient tree cast the biggest comfort of shade and there she found herself caressed by the faceless man. The man stood 6 foot tall with short hershey colored hair and an olive complexion. His eyes, the only piercing part of his dark featureless face, shined through as though they were made of ice; a brilliant blue they were; he would give you chills just from looking at him. His large manly hands touched the side of her face and over her ear to gaze her hair.

The kiss, she knew was coming and she could feel her body thrive with lust and passion with every touch he gave her.

His eyes of ice bored down into her soul, and just as he leaned in close, just when she thought that moment of combined passion was to take place...the phone rang!!

Confused, Cynthia awakens. "The phone? Where is it?"

The phone continued on its rampaging need for disturbance; and as it is only early morning and Cynthia not a morning person; she falls to the floor in a tangled web of covers, sheets, and pillows in a struggle to locate the unforgiven phone. The ringing comes to an immediate silence.

I have much more where this come from.