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

Under the Seductive, Immortal Castle
by Judy van der Johannsen, BS

   Waiting alone in the study, by the fiercely-staring portrait she so loathed, with the godless smell of new-cut grass wafting in from outside, the softly-sobbing Egbert thought once more of Long Paul, the man who had taught her how to feel. He was now, according to Brother Colin, away again on safari.
   At long last came an abrupt fanfare from the long-silent trumpets, and she nearly swooned. He was here! “I tried to forget you, but I couldn’t, Sweet Cheeks!” he laughed with an unholy gleam in his eye.
   Abruptly, the glow of renewed love gradually overcame her mounting desire for dinner, and as the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness, she started to think about what they would call their children.

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