Roses are Red (standard:horror, 2229 words) [2/3] show all parts
Author: Welis	Added: Nov 22 2004	Views/Reads: 2737/1933	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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Chapter 2 

~The ringing of a telephone~ 

“Hello?” 

“Hey what's up?” 

“Hey! John how's it going? I was thinking that you wouldn't call.” 

“Nah, how can you even think that? I don't know any one who wouldn't
call you!” 

Sarah giggled, “Yeah, sure.  So.....what are you doing?” 

“Nothing much, want to go out tonight?” 

“Oh....John I can't, I have to do some work at the store with Kim, but
what about tomorrow night?” 

“Sure, perfect! But I get to pick the restaurant.“ 

“Oh, ok.” 

“Dress nicely.” 

“Alright tomorrow pick me up at my house at 8:30 p.m.” 

“Ok I'll see you then!” 

She hung up the phone and got ready to go to the store to help Kim with
inventory. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

When it was  8:35 John came and picked up Sarah.  He walked to the
duplex that Sarah and her best friend Kim shared.  Surprisingly, he 
felt pretty relaxed.  It was only their second date and he already knew 
it was going to go very smoothly.  He knocked on the door twice.  
Without a moment's hesitation, she opened it and greeted John.  She 
seemed to always show a great sense of fashion.  Tonight, she was drop 
dead gorgeous.  She had on a slinky black dress that went to the middle 
of her thighs.  It had a deep v-neck revealing a little cleavage.  It 
fit her nicely.  She did dress nicely, just like I'd asked.  He walked 
her to his car and opened the door for her, trying to be suave.  He sat 
down behind the steering wheel and turned the ignition on.  His house 
was about thirty miles from her's and so they made with a little small 
talk. 

“So what place did you pick to go to?” asked Sarah, wondering if she had
overdressed.  John had on what looked like a new pair of jeans and a 
nicely pressed button up shirt. 

“I was thinking my house." He said.  Glancing over at her. 

“Your house?  I didn't know you knew how to cook.  I‘ve yet to meet a
man who is a great cook.  The extent of cooking specialties of the men 
I know are limited to hamburgers and peanut butter and jelly 
sandwiches.”  She exclaimed, impressed. 

“Just call me Chief Le' John.  I can make a mean PP&J, but I have a fair
knowledge of foreign cooking.”  He said with a little modesty.  He had 
taken classes at a local center for cooking.  The only reason he went 
was to meet a woman, though with no such luck apparently. 

“Ok Chief Le' John.” She said giggling.  Completely impressed with his
skills. 

Once they got to his house he gave her a summarized tour of his house
and then showed her to the den and told her to make herself 
comfortable. 

“What's on the menu tonight?” asked Sarah, from her comfy spot on the
couch. 



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