I've been anticipating our rendezvous for days, anxiously thinking about you as I fly to the Norfolk airport and drive the rental car to the beach house. It's a cool day but sunny and the wind is brisk as I sneak inside, careful to close the door behind me. I had anticipated knocking on the door and finding you there, but the door is open and I wander in.
The cottage is small, but cozy. I wonder if I should come back or wait. It's approaching nightfall, so I figure you will be back soon; maybe you're out beachcombing.
So I will wait, but I have a devious surprise in mind ---I'll hide and surprise you.
There are not too many hiding places in the small cottage, but I find the bedroom closet just big enough to hide in. So I squeeze inside as the light begins to dim; it's soon dark and I hear the door open. You're back.
After some rummaging in the kitchen, you come into the bedroom and turn on the light. I can just see you through the louvered door. You look great but look are bit restless, undecided. I am transfixed, wondering if I should surprise you now or wait...if I burst out now, it might really freak you out. And things may prove to get interesting if I wait. I control my breathing as much as I can, but itβs pretty hard to do it.