Ever have one of those nights? Well, so does Sheryl Locke Holmes.
"Let's make love," Jake said.
"It's too hot." Sheryl stands near the window and directs the fan to blow directly on her. "If you'd let me turn on the air, maybe..."
"And run up the electric bill! I think not." Jake huffed and crossed his arms in front of him. After a few seconds, he moved next to her and danced his fingers up her arm. "Come on, baby, let me shake your world."
"No, Mr. Tightwad."
"Fine! Be like that." Jake turned on his heel. "I'll go where I'm appreciated."
"Don't let the door hit you on the butt on your way out."
The door slammed.
Sheryl shrugged and flipped on the air conditioning with a smirk. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. When she heard rumbling at first she thought the air unit was acting up. Then she noticed a flash outside the window. A quick glance and she knew a storm was moving in. Off went the air and on went the fan. She picked up a book and barely finished one page, when a loud crack of lightning snapped, followed by pounding thunder. The lights flickered. Sheryl put down the book and peeked outside. The wind was blowing like crazy. Suddenly rain poured from the heavens. More lightning. More thunder. She was scared. The lights flickered, then off.
"Jake!" She remembered he wasn't home. The lights came on and she dashed for her cell phone and found a flashlight. She dialed his cell.
"What?" he yelled.
"Jake, I'm scared, please come home."
"Why should I?"
"Please. I have a stalker after me." Lightning snapped and fizzled. The house went dark. Sheryl screamed. "Jake!" No answer, their connection was severed. She was terrified that the house was hit and on fire. Flipping on the flashlight, she investigated. Everything looked fine. She'd just wait out the storm. No stalker would be out on such a dreary night. The sofa offered her a safe refuge and she curled up and listened as the storm raged. The noise was deafening. She trembled.
The front door opened and a man's silhouette stood in the doorway. The stalker!
"Go away, I have a gun!" Sheryl shouted.
"No, you don't."
"Jake, oh Jake." She rushed into his arms.
"Want to make love now?"
"Yes. Yes. Yes."