She could always tell when he was lying because his lips were moving. He was a smooth talker. He always tried to use his charm and he was very persuasive. But not this time. This time she knew she had to confront him. She had let things slide for far too long, this time she had to take a stand.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself and pushing away her nerves.
Just as she was about to open her mouth, the lights went out and everything went black.
Shit, she said loudly, no power now what?
At that precise moment he walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, took her hand in his and said, well, now that the power has gone out, are you ready to have some fun?
All thoughts of taking a stand went out the window. She could not resist his carm.
Fandango’s Story Starter #91 – This, That, and the Other (fivedotoh.com)
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