“Oh, Carlton, love, life can be so interesting,” she said. “Suddenly, my being your mystery woman, or secret lover, is insignificant, at least to your family. Who would’ve thought? Plainly, your folks want our relationship out in the open. But, how do you feel about it?”
“Oh, Missy, I’ve always wanted the world to know I love you. Oh, I love you so much.”
“And I you, my love, and I you.” But then Priscilla grew silent.
“Now what?”
“Now that your family has come on board, we’ve still got mine to conquer.”
“Tomorrow, Missy,” he said. “Let’s deal with one thing at a time.” Then he held her close.
“Anyway,” Carlton managed to say, “Jamison was right. I can smell you. My God, I’ve got it bad.”
Priscilla had no idea who Jamison was or what Carlton was going on about. So she ignored his co
