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    First to break – (Chapter: Cocktails for two)

    Story written on September 16, 2006 by bannerman.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lf.beardesk.com/?p=12283
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    I studied Spencer’s face as the main gates slowly opened to reveal the long, tree-lined drive that led its way to the side of my house.  Her lips parted as her eyes took in each new feature of the land my mother owned, the cab acting as some sort of tour vehicle as it gradually approached the house, the gravel quietly crunching under the tyres.  The front of the house that was up-lit with several security spot lights, and I smiled as she sighed a ‘wow’ under her breath.  Opposite the house, the lake glistened under the moonlight, its surface peaceful and flat under the stars that usually remained invisible at night due to LA’s smog.  Tonight is special, I decided, and even the stars know it.

    A large water sculpture acted as a turning circle at the end of my drive and just as we’d turned back on ourselves, the cabbie stopped the car and we climbed out.  Spencer remained silent as I paid the driver and informed him that the gate would re-open to let him out if he pressed a button concealed on a post near the top of the drive.  He thanked me and left, his progression down my drive signified by the diminishing sound of the tyres rolling over the gravel.  I inhaled the cool night air before turning to Spencer, who was still looking around us in awe.

    “I can’t believe you live here,” she whispered, as if speaking loudly would break reality and we would find ourselves back at Grey with Madison.

    “Well, I do,” I smiled.  “Who said divorce is always such a bad thing?!”

    She smiled, somewhat sadly, and took a deep breath just as I had done, almost like she was inhaling everything she was seeing.  I could tell she was excited, so I decided to give her the grand tour, just to get her that bit more hyped.

    “The fountain,” I winked, pointing at the ridiculously over the top statue.  “Mom had it put in place when she got back from a holiday in Rome.  She decided it was ‘terribly ornate’ and therefore was a ‘must have’.”

    “I like it,” Spencer smiled, though I doubted she would have admitted distaste for it even if she felt it.

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    1. You left it WHERE? Hey Mr. barefoot scribe (did i mention i love the name), post more please, or i’ll bring special oz sand to throw at you. And I looked at the photos… i’m very happy for you but i still live in the greatest beach country on the planet so… meh, who am i kidding, you have guards with fuzzy hats, you win.

    7. You left it WHERE? Hey Mr. barefoot scribe (did i mention i love the name), post more please, or i’ll bring special oz sand to throw at you. And I looked at the photos… i’m very happy for you but i still live in the greatest beach country on the planet so… meh, who am i kidding, you have guards with fuzzy hats, you win.

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