Interruptious Combustious

Another 2 weeks had passed before Lee and Amanda finally had a chance
to be alone, together, just the two of them.

They stood, facing each other, in Amanda's bedroom. No Dotty, no
kids, no Billy, no Francine or any number of contributors to 4 weeks
of continuous interruptions.

They smiled and slowly walked in tandem to the bed, Amanda moving in
from the left, Lee from the right.

The sound of the clock ticking became strained; as time moved slowly,
lumbering in the heavy, tense heat that had filled the room.

Their bodies reacted immediately as they lay down on the covers side
by side.

The temperature in the room rose as they ripped each other's clothes
off, layer-by-layer, buttons thrown across the room in all
directions, material strewn haphazardly across the floor and the bed.

Finally naked and breathless in anticipation, they looked at each
other and grinned. Their breathing was heavy and laboured, their
faces growing ever redder as time stood still between them.

Lee drew his arm closer to Amanda's hip and he could feel the fire
beneath her skin. Amanda followed, mirroring Lee's movements.

Suddenly, they both heard the doorbell. They glanced at each other
and exchanged the same knowing thoughts, ignoring the unwelcome
visitor.

The doorbell rang again, and again, unhinging in its shrill.

The passion that they had yielded too in recent weeks was swiftly
growing out of control. Lee's skin began to bubble, slowly at first
and then increasing beyond restraint. Smoke began filtering out of
his ear. Amanda glanced questioningly as she too could feel smoke
leaking from her head. Amanda's face grew scarlet, bubbling
incessantly, holding onto Lee's shuddering body. It was Amanda's turn
to tremble, both bodies throbbing, the searing heat overcoming their
temptation.

Without warning, a huge crashing noise vibrated across the walls of
the house. The sheer volume shook the length of Maplewood for 5
eternal seconds.

Finally, there was silence. The doorbell had stopped ringing. The
noise had settled and the ripples of sound waves had journeyed far
enough into a peaceful oblivion.

On the bed that sat in the middle of the bedroom on the first floor
of the house that was numbered 4247 Maplewood lay 2 piles of dust.
The remnants of 2 passion-starved victims whose bodies could
ultimately take know more.