Love at First Sight by Bob Boyd
	"Wow!" he said, the first time he saw her at the Fordham City Singles Club in a skin-tight blue halter dress that displayed more curves than the Indy 500. "Wow, yourself," she said, with a wicked smile and a devilish wink. He laughed and winked back at her, amazed at his luck, stunned by her crystal blue eyes and golden blond hair. They spent the next six hours discovering they had everything in common. He saw her the next day and every day after that. Two months later they married. Back home after the honeymoon as they prepared for bed, she cooed, "Just a minute, honey," and pitter-pattered downstairs in a sexy Victoria's Secret sheer black nightgown. "Don't be la-la-long," he said, yawning, fighting the sleep that drugged his mind like a sleeping pill before he dozed off. "Here I come, sweetie," she said, tiptoeing up the stairs with a long-handled axe she was about to carve a seventh notch in.
	Copyright © 2006 Bob Boyd