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Harmon Express Arrives at Nine a.m. Part 2 (rough draft)

  The moonlit landscape looked like a freshly painted canvas as the rain beaded diagonally down the speeding train's window.  Satisfied and content, he gazed out the window laying naked on his back, she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her hair pulled over one shoulder.  Brushing the sins from her locks, her bare back facing him as he turned to look at her, he smiled and brushed his fingers on her hip.  His tanned skin was in much contrast to her creamy alabaster tone.
"How long do I have you for?" he asked avidly.
"Only tonight, I'm afraid," she kept brushing her hair. "Marcus will be waiting for me at the hotel tomorrow.  He has this big company party thing, and he wants me to be his pretty little hostess!" she said irritably.
"Oh," he sat up and kissed her shoulder then seductively said, "you know you love those parties."  He nuzzled her neck, "you live to entertain," and brushed his bottom lip gently about her nape.
She turned around and looked at him, slightly laughing,she said happily, "I missed you!"  She caressed his stubbly face and then kissed him, "you always know how to make me feel better," she smiled.
  He looked at her lovely features, following the laugh lines around her mouth to the high cheek bones that help define her jaw line to her soft square chin that sticks out enough to elongate her slender neck.  The smile on his face faded and he looked somberly now, "Agnes knows."
The cabin went silent except for the muffled sound of the train going over the tracks, she turned around and went back to brushing her hair.
"How?" she asked wistfully
"Someone gave her an envelope filled with photographs, " he said downcast. "I don't know who or how they did it, but they were snapshots of us last August." he punched the mattress beneath him.
She turned around and said angrily, "How did it happen??  We were so careful," she looked down and rubbed her forehead, "so...," she slowly looked around, "what happened?" She made half a smile and a forced "Ha!" expelled from her lips.
"What do you think happened!?" he said it spitefully, he realizes this and takes a deep breath to calm himself, "At first she didn't know what she was looking at, I was there when she opened it," he laid back down.  "I knew what they were the moment she finally looked up at me," he sighed, "she threw them at me and demanded everyone to leave the room."
"That must of surprised everyone, Little Agnes encompassed with rage."  She seemed to cheer up a bit with the mental thought of Agnes' overbearing mother being scurried off.
"Please, as amusing as it seems, this is serious." his muscular body flexed with tension.  "You seem to be missing what's at stake here!!" he was more than frustrated with his unclad lover.
"I'm sorry, you're right," she said apologetically, "so what's the verdict?"
"I've been given a choice, either I live divorced and pennyless or I give up you." he said it quite plainly and rehearsed.
"Well, I must say that this is completely indifferent from Agnes, I would assume she would just kick you out the door, instead of hold fast to you like that." she sarcastically spit out.  "So, is this the last time we're ever to see each other?"
"I wouldn't say that," he said casually.
"Oh, so you plan to go through with the divorce?" she asked.
"That's not going to happen, I prefer the lifestyle I've grown attached to," he paused for a moment, "perhaps if we just not see each other for a time, and when it all blows over we can meet again.  What do you think?" he asked looking deeply in her eyes.
"I don't know if I can go that long without you," she leaned in close and rubbed her nose on his, "but let's not talk about this right now, I'm starving and the night is still young."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her over to straddle him, "We still have plenty of time, let's not waste a single second." he kissed her neckline down to her breasts, and she let out a deep moan when he dived deep within her again. After their ravishing and ecstacy heats the room, they finally clean themselves and get dressed for dinner.
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