Shirts ironed, clothes selected.
Implements carefully picked out from my collection.
An old, historic, remote building in the middle of the countryside, booked for the weekend.
Scenes devised, back-stories communicated – dark, unforgiving, severe, abusive.
Another gentleman setting off on his drive.
Car keys in my hand. A girl waiting to be picked up…
Such a delightful description of what I’m sure will be a memorable weekend. Enjoy, all! (And if one or more of you is inclined to blog about it, all the better.)
Hugs,
Judy