You Get What You Want Most

By Keith Sherwood

It had been a long week. When Jason arrived home, Sharon met him at the door. She’d spent the whole day preparing for his arrival. Two glasses of wine stood on a dinner table beautifully set with candles, a linen table cloth and napkins. Romantic lighting and the scent of flowers filled the room.

Sharon looked lovely. Her eyes were soft and inviting, and…

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