For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

Beyond the Remarkable Entanglements
by Mrs. Larry Lincoln, BS

   No; Fulsome — she who had always seemed so cold! — was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the sprightly piping of the Vicar’s flageolet nor the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed impressed her, and it was all because he wasn’t there. Intellectually, she realized that Pamela ‘Sneaky Legs’ van der Diefenbacher, the ophidian brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his life’s work, had a full life in which he was marooned by his own crew on the Isle of Retribution, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one foreign, sleazy girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet…
   Truly, it had been a most dangerous day when the best salon gossip had brought him to her attention.
   Only in this moment of extremity could it have happened that an abrupt fanfare from the long-silent trumpets shattered her composure into a million undeniable, equine pieces! She shut her eyes tight for one moment of silent prayer. Surely it could not be — but it was! At the door, the seductive, eternal and masculine face she had come to know so well! “I worship you,” he stated in his halting Spanish while he excitedly began to show her his plans for the villa they were to share. “I need you, baby doll!”
   At long last as the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness, she knew that life without him was unthinkable, if not tawdry. Wthout him, could she ever have at last understood that for the two of them, life was only now really beginning?

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