The Angel and The Captain

DESCRIPTION:
A funny, romantic explicitly naughty full-length about the Captain, an older man, and Angel, a younger woman. They fall in love and marry and do normal things like edit a best-selling book and run for the United States Senate. A warm and funny story about the tenderest love and the rawest lust.

EXCERPT:
My Captain looked me over, took both my hands and said I was every man's dream. I was, of course, but I needed to hear that. It would be the last time I was insecure with him. He made me feel special and, well, so me.

My Captain let me walk into the restaurant a bit ahead of him. I wasn't looking for an audience, but I seemed to have one.

"Why's everybody looking over here?" I asked, looking back.

The Captain put his hands on my waist and his mouth near my ear, which always turned me on.

"Because they wish they were you."

I began to cry. People wishing they were me! Imagine!

"Is anybody wishing they were you?"

My Captain laughed.

"No, probably not," he said with a smile. "Well every swinging dick, in here is, of course.

The Captain turned me around and looked into my eyes.

"No man has ever been out with a woman as pretty as you are tonight. It's not possible"

All right, a second time crying. Or maybe it was a continuation of the first. There would be other times.

He knew the waiter! That was OK. He told this was not the first time he'd been here and that he'd come here with other women. Didn't matter because they weren't there. I was.

Then Mr. Barrett made me cry! He said I was stunningly beautiful and that the stars were dancing for them because I had favored them with my presence tonight. He told my Captain he had exceeded his usual high standards and that I was shining amid the brightness, or something like that.

That made the tears come again, let me tell you. Me, shining amid brightness!

We danced, too! The night was perfect! Champagne, my first caviar, some goose stuff I still can't pronounce and dancing! They had a live band. They played songs I didn't really know, but the Captain did and we danced a lot. Now, my Captain is a lousy dancer, I'm afraid, but I'm not and I made sure he did OK, because a girl looks out for her man. I mean, I couldn't have him falling and breaking a hip at his advanced age.

Our last dance was right before dessert. It was a slow song, and we spent a lot of it looking into each other's eyes. No words, because what were we going to say?

This was it.

We both knew.

The great love.

More weeping.

I almost tore his arm out its socket walking back to the room. I held his hand and hugged his arm and good God, I did not want this walk to end. I could've have walked with him all night.

As it was, our walk would last forever.

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