100 Word Challenge - Fusion

The following is in response to the 100 Word Challenge authored by the elemental Velvet Verbosity.

"Wait for me ... wait for me ... together ... we must go together..."
He slowed his pace. A deeper and slower rhythm. Each pulse of their rythmic thrusts driving her just a bit higher toward the place they were both trying to get to ... the place where they split wide open and melt together, into each other and fuse into one simmering ocean of passion.
"Yes ... yes ... slower ... deeper ... I'm ... so ... close .... more ... more ..."
He quicken his pace as the pressure began to build in him, driving him to go faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
"Yes ... now ... YES ... NOW .. YES .. YYYYEEEESSSSSSSSS!"

And all the Church-goers just said "That boy is goin' to HELL!" Anyway, this is the first time I've done one of these without actually using the word, itself. Part of the word, yes. But not the actual word - so much as the concept.

In a 'No Rest For The Wicked' Saturday (and we all know how wicked I am), I wound up working all day. We lost power at the plant - victim, once again, of that family of kamikaze squirrels that likes to walk down the wires that lead to the plant and short out the transformer. That squirrel, by the way, is 'tits up' in the enclosure that houses the transformer, on the ground, as a reminder to all the other kamikaze squirrels out there that there is a penalty to pay for coming to visit.

I feel a 'comp day' coming. Maybe Friday - make it a long weekend.

Hyphen Mama's painting is going to ship on Monday or Tuesday (it's finally drying up)- I found the NICEST frame for it - I will take a better picture of it before I ship it - in the frame, and show it after I know she has it in hand. I just HOPE that UPS can ship it without damaging it. I'm going to insure it for $500. I'm not sure it's worth 500, but maybe they'll be more careful of it, if it's insured.

I'm tired. My son and his wife (Bitsy) are coming over in the morning to take me to breakfast. After all of the years of feeding him, HE is going to feed ME. Of course, I'm writing this on Saturday evening, to publish at 12:01. So it's getting on time to put the boy to bed - so as to be bright eyed and bushy tailed in the morning. I'm going to take all of the love, kindness and understanding I've found out here today to bed with me, and hold it close to my heart, like a teddy bear. And sleep with it. And be comforted by it.

Peace.