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Authors: Shirley Hunt
Tags: United States, Romance, Erotic Fiction, Short Stories (Single Author), Interracial, African American
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part of the world that is still a mystery to the great billionaire Blake? ”
“ If I knew where everything was where would the fun be in seeing and learning about them? ”
We both laughed at that and Blake came up next to me. He took the pamphlet from my hand and asked, “ Where do you want to go for our honeymoon? ”
“ I ’ d like to see more of the States, ” I admitted.
Blake nodded, “ Then where too? ”
I paused and thought about it. Blake had asked a very good question as I had never considered that little fact until now. Finally I said, “ Would you believe I ’ ve never seen Plymouth Rock? ”
Blake grinned at me and chuckled lightly, “ Really? ”
“ Yes and what ’ s so funny? ”
“ It ’ s going to be a surprise when you see it! ”
I acted skeptical and folded my arms across my chest, “ Uh-huh? ”
Grinning Blake nodded and quickly kissed me. “ Get dressed and I ’ ll take you there today. ”
Blake was not kidding when he said it would be a surprise. I knew that the area around Plymouth Rock had been more or less fenced off and was for viewing only.
The open building around it reminded me of those old Roman temples with their tall marble pillars. High above the pillars something was engraved into the marble that I couldn ’ t quite make out. I had thought it must have been some sort of design that had been weathered away by time and the elements. I did wonder at first if the pillars and designs had been brightly painted like the old statues in Rome.
Stepping around the pillars made me feel as if I were going back into time. After all, how often did you see such pillars around and about in everyday life? I felt I could have easily been back in ancient Roman times when people looked down upon the spectacles below them.
I knew Plymouth Rock now safely rested at sea level and was encased by a black fence.
I could hear the sound of the sea roar in front of us and see the waves come crashing against the rocks surrounding the land. I did rather enjoy the smell of the sea and the sight of the waves.
Around us stood a small gathering of people which surprised me. I surely did expect to see more people around and about wanting to see this famous rock.
Beside me Blake was quietly snickering.
“ What is so funny? ” I questioned him.
“ I ’ m just waiting for your reaction. ”
I had imagined Blake was waiting for me to look at the rock and marvel at how big or weathered it was. I thought to myself that there was no harm in amusing him and went to the black fence to comment on the supposedly large size of the rock.
The joke, however, was on me when I looked down.
Below me was not the large or impressive looking stone I had imagined it to be. Instead a weathered small rock with the year 1620 etched on it stared back up at me. I certainly had not expected that! It was really nothing like what we had been taught in school. In school we had always imagined the rock to be this gigantic and larger than life object that was depicted in paintings. At first I wanted to blame the small size of the rock on erosion but perhaps it really was that small.
“ That ’ s it ? ” I blurted out.
The moment I had spoken Blake burst into gales of laughter.
A few others who had come to see the rock also turned to look at us.
“ Got another one, huh? ” A man asked.
“ No one ever expects it to be so small! ” Blake laughed. “ I said the same thing when I was a kid and I saw Plymouth Rock for the first time. ”
“ You were waiting this entire time for me to be surprised, eh? ” I asked him.
Grinning Blake nodded. “ It never gets old seeing people ’ s first time reactions. My personal favorite is ‘ where ’ s the rest of it? ’”
Going over to Blake I nudged him in the ribs. “ Alright wise guy.
“ If I knew where everything was where would the fun be in seeing and learning about them? ”
We both laughed at that and Blake came up next to me. He took the pamphlet from my hand and asked, “ Where do you want to go for our honeymoon? ”
“ I ’ d like to see more of the States, ” I admitted.
Blake nodded, “ Then where too? ”
I paused and thought about it. Blake had asked a very good question as I had never considered that little fact until now. Finally I said, “ Would you believe I ’ ve never seen Plymouth Rock? ”
Blake grinned at me and chuckled lightly, “ Really? ”
“ Yes and what ’ s so funny? ”
“ It ’ s going to be a surprise when you see it! ”
I acted skeptical and folded my arms across my chest, “ Uh-huh? ”
Grinning Blake nodded and quickly kissed me. “ Get dressed and I ’ ll take you there today. ”
Blake was not kidding when he said it would be a surprise. I knew that the area around Plymouth Rock had been more or less fenced off and was for viewing only.
The open building around it reminded me of those old Roman temples with their tall marble pillars. High above the pillars something was engraved into the marble that I couldn ’ t quite make out. I had thought it must have been some sort of design that had been weathered away by time and the elements. I did wonder at first if the pillars and designs had been brightly painted like the old statues in Rome.
Stepping around the pillars made me feel as if I were going back into time. After all, how often did you see such pillars around and about in everyday life? I felt I could have easily been back in ancient Roman times when people looked down upon the spectacles below them.
I knew Plymouth Rock now safely rested at sea level and was encased by a black fence.
I could hear the sound of the sea roar in front of us and see the waves come crashing against the rocks surrounding the land. I did rather enjoy the smell of the sea and the sight of the waves.
Around us stood a small gathering of people which surprised me. I surely did expect to see more people around and about wanting to see this famous rock.
Beside me Blake was quietly snickering.
“ What is so funny? ” I questioned him.
“ I ’ m just waiting for your reaction. ”
I had imagined Blake was waiting for me to look at the rock and marvel at how big or weathered it was. I thought to myself that there was no harm in amusing him and went to the black fence to comment on the supposedly large size of the rock.
The joke, however, was on me when I looked down.
Below me was not the large or impressive looking stone I had imagined it to be. Instead a weathered small rock with the year 1620 etched on it stared back up at me. I certainly had not expected that! It was really nothing like what we had been taught in school. In school we had always imagined the rock to be this gigantic and larger than life object that was depicted in paintings. At first I wanted to blame the small size of the rock on erosion but perhaps it really was that small.
“ That ’ s it ? ” I blurted out.
The moment I had spoken Blake burst into gales of laughter.
A few others who had come to see the rock also turned to look at us.
“ Got another one, huh? ” A man asked.
“ No one ever expects it to be so small! ” Blake laughed. “ I said the same thing when I was a kid and I saw Plymouth Rock for the first time. ”
“ You were waiting this entire time for me to be surprised, eh? ” I asked him.
Grinning Blake nodded. “ It never gets old seeing people ’ s first time reactions. My personal favorite is ‘ where ’ s the rest of it? ’”
Going over to Blake I nudged him in the ribs. “ Alright wise guy.
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