Melissa had fallen into a deep and satisfying sleep after she and Charles had burned up her bloodstained wedding gown, in the B.B.Q. pit out in the backyard. He had crept from her bedroom downstairs, to the library, where he found his clothes in a pile by the cold fireplace, he hurried to dress himself. Then sitting at the massive desk; which had surely belonged to a sea captain, Charles took out a sheet of paper and wrote Melissa a brief note before he went back to her room. Leaving the note on the pillow beside this sleeping beauty, Charles stared down at her angelic face, her smooth clear skin, soft and radiant. She had pulled the sheet up over her head with just her face exposed, and now she looked much like a young shepherd girl who had fallen asleep while tending to her sheep. He wanted very much to give her one last kiss as a free man, but Charles dared not wake her. So he left her and the grand house to wait out on the street for the taxi he had summoned.
As he waited, in the still of a bright new day, Charles felt as if a great weight had been lifted from off his shoulders and he felt, strangely, happy. There were no aches or pains or any burdensome thoughts. He was of a clear and focused mind. Charles knew what had to be done, and he was finally able, at long last, to commit to his cause. He somehow, on this brief interlude, at this house, with this woman, he had been able to build up the courage of his convictions; and he was now bound and determined. But before all this was to come to pass, he had a few details to work out, a few loose ends to bind together before he could rest. As he rode along in the taxi Charles thought carefully of everything he must do to get the result he required. As they headed south Charles began to laugh out loud a little when he saw, streaked across the sky a giant white X above in the clear blue sky. Charles gave a salute out the window to the 'flyboys' from the Naval Air Station, who, testing there fighter-aircraft, left the X with the condensation trail from the powerful jet engines. This was a wonderful sign unto Charles and he felt as if destiny herself had blown into the sails of his lost ship and soon he would reach ground, for his soul, for a purpose. Charles smiled to himself as the groggy driver looked back at him in the rear view mirror and said "Looks like someone had a good time last night." Charles only laughed as they pulled up to his house. Charles went into to the quiet house he lived in came out and paid the driver and gave him a five hundred dollar tip. Then he set about with his plans putting his future in motion.
As he waited, in the still of a bright new day, Charles felt as if a great weight had been lifted from off his shoulders and he felt, strangely, happy. There were no aches or pains or any burdensome thoughts. He was of a clear and focused mind. Charles knew what had to be done, and he was finally able, at long last, to commit to his cause. He somehow, on this brief interlude, at this house, with this woman, he had been able to build up the courage of his convictions; and he was now bound and determined. But before all this was to come to pass, he had a few details to work out, a few loose ends to bind together before he could rest. As he rode along in the taxi Charles thought carefully of everything he must do to get the result he required. As they headed south Charles began to laugh out loud a little when he saw, streaked across the sky a giant white X above in the clear blue sky. Charles gave a salute out the window to the 'flyboys' from the Naval Air Station, who, testing there fighter-aircraft, left the X with the condensation trail from the powerful jet engines. This was a wonderful sign unto Charles and he felt as if destiny herself had blown into the sails of his lost ship and soon he would reach ground, for his soul, for a purpose. Charles smiled to himself as the groggy driver looked back at him in the rear view mirror and said "Looks like someone had a good time last night." Charles only laughed as they pulled up to his house. Charles went into to the quiet house he lived in came out and paid the driver and gave him a five hundred dollar tip. Then he set about with his plans putting his future in motion.
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