Jill couldn't believe she let Frank talk her into a scarey movie. She loved them, just hated the feeling of being scared. And the one they were watching was the scariest she ever watched.
Her hand reached out for Frank's, and his was always there for her. Jill didn't have to worry about Frank getting the wrong idea from holding his hand. Or moving close enough to sit in his lap. Frank is gay, not flaming, one would never think it. He was a very laid back gay.
Jill thought that was sad, she thought Frank quite good looking. Dirty blonde hair, always short. Dreamy warm brown eyes. A body, she thought worth looking at.
On top of watching a scarey movie Jill could hear a lot of thunder outside. Now her nerves were really taking a beaten. Storms scared the shit out of her.
Creepy music was getting louder, the poor girl never knew somebody was behind her. Jill's body was pressing closer to Frank. He was grinning, waiting with baited breath what was going to happen to the poor girl in the film.
Three things happened at the same time. The girl in the film screamed when her house went dark. a flash of lighting and instant darkness engulfed Jill and Frank.
Jill screamed louder then the girl in the film, and was shaking in Frank's arms. What Frank did next took Jill's breath away.
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