For TheJ/U Writers Club Challenge #1
A Mystery In The Dark
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This is my first attempt at doing anything like this, so please don't be to harsh on me with your criticism 
Theme:
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed."
- Albert Einstein
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Life has been pretty dismal of late he was thinking as he sat in his darkened den. The tumbler of bourbon on ice, cold and sweaty in his palm was disappearing quickly.
He let his numbing mind wander to the stunningly exotic speaker he had absently listened to earlier in the day, as she lectured passionately on mathematics and symmetry in nature.
Taking a heavy drag off a skunky blunt, he entertained the visage of her lithe form stretched out as she depicted cartoons of flowers and butterflies accompanied by long strings of formulae on a blackboard in colored chalks.
Her filmy white blouse clung tightly against her well-formed bust, faintly transparent from the day’s sultry weather and her pin-striped slacks leaving little to the imagination as she stretched on tippy-toes wrapped in strappy sandals with short heels, to insert a notation she had left out of a chain in her math.
Feeling a stir in his lap, he briefly opened his eyes, making sure there were no lurkers encroaching on his fantasy. But seeing only thick blue curls of smoke filtering through moonbeams from an open window, he settled back to his erotic musings.
He could feel her spicy perfume; and felt another jump in his lap when he remember her pausing briefly from the attentive body of studants, glancing quickly in his direction with scintillating hazel eyes to flash him a brief, half smile, illuminating her natural beauty. Thoughts of calculus and cartoons had completely vanished.
Her scent was strong now and his stomach quivered. He felt a soft, supple hand tease at his lap from behind his easy chair, and warm succulent lips just below his ear whispering seductively; “I love you”.
Rising to embrace her petite form, he pressed his mouth over her pouty lips, and simply died in her arms for a long moment before his wife led him up the stairs."
Theme:
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed."
- Albert Einstein
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Life has been pretty dismal of late he was thinking as he sat in his darkened den. The tumbler of bourbon on ice, cold and sweaty in his palm was disappearing quickly.
He let his numbing mind wander to the stunningly exotic speaker he had absently listened to earlier in the day, as she lectured passionately on mathematics and symmetry in nature.
Taking a heavy drag off a skunky blunt, he entertained the visage of her lithe form stretched out as she depicted cartoons of flowers and butterflies accompanied by long strings of formulae on a blackboard in colored chalks.
Her filmy white blouse clung tightly against her well-formed bust, faintly transparent from the day’s sultry weather and her pin-striped slacks leaving little to the imagination as she stretched on tippy-toes wrapped in strappy sandals with short heels, to insert a notation she had left out of a chain in her math.
Feeling a stir in his lap, he briefly opened his eyes, making sure there were no lurkers encroaching on his fantasy. But seeing only thick blue curls of smoke filtering through moonbeams from an open window, he settled back to his erotic musings.
He could feel her spicy perfume; and felt another jump in his lap when he remember her pausing briefly from the attentive body of studants, glancing quickly in his direction with scintillating hazel eyes to flash him a brief, half smile, illuminating her natural beauty. Thoughts of calculus and cartoons had completely vanished.
Her scent was strong now and his stomach quivered. He felt a soft, supple hand tease at his lap from behind his easy chair, and warm succulent lips just below his ear whispering seductively; “I love you”.
Rising to embrace her petite form, he pressed his mouth over her pouty lips, and simply died in her arms for a long moment before his wife led him up the stairs."
Heh, heh...I kid, I kid. It's still very good. 
