The woman looked lovely. She had soft ivory skin, smooth as silk. The snow was falling outside the window with gentle flakes. How she longed to be free like them. No obligations, no pain, just a one track life. Sighing she saw the black mustang pull into the driveway in front of her home. She stood up pulling her slimming jeans up to cover her salmon panties, and pulled her white sweatshirt down. She blew the mischievous bangs away from her eyes going to open the door.
He ran a hand over his hair to smooth the shoulder length chocolate brown hair and wipe away any snow flakes. His deep green eyes were full of irritation, and his trench coat was covering his lean body.
The woman opened the door, almost dwarfed by his incredible height of six-three, where she was only five-two. He looked so stone cold and all she could do was smile. Esther touched his face softly and pulled him inside by the hand. Augustine was a unique man, and she had him all to herself. Her warm lips pressed onto his sweetly while she stood on tip toes to reach. He pulled away taking his trench coat off, handing it to Esther.
"Esther, what has got you so up in a tizzy?" His British accent was quiet and stern, and sounded so strange to her.
"Nothing Auggie. I just wanted to talk with you." She protested quietly as he plopped onto the couch pulling her down next to him. Esther took quiet breaths and took hold of his strong hands nervously. Augustine might leave her for what she was about to tell him.
"Auggie I need to tell you this before anything gets much more serious."
He rolled his eyes and took her face into his hands and held it tight.
"Just bloody tell me."
"Auggie.. I'm really a boy."
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