The Empty House: Journeys End
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sherlock60Title: The Empty House: Journeys End
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: Romantic postulation.
Summary: Someday the true story can be told. But it is not this day.
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I stared at him in utter amazement. Then I seized his collar and bent him across the desk, tearing his trousers away so violently that buttons flew everywhere. “Feel how I have missed you,” I hissed…
I groaned and scratched the line out. I shifted my still-tender bottom on the chair. Not the truth, not in the Strand.
I fainted.
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: Romantic postulation.
Summary: Someday the true story can be told. But it is not this day.
***
I stared at him in utter amazement. Then I seized his collar and bent him across the desk, tearing his trousers away so violently that buttons flew everywhere. “Feel how I have missed you,” I hissed…
I groaned and scratched the line out. I shifted my still-tender bottom on the chair. Not the truth, not in the Strand.
I fainted.
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