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From: "Henrik Larsen" <henlar@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} [Wedding] Grains of Rice by Henrik Larsen (flash)
Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2003 04:10:09 -0400
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Dear Souvie,

I'm a little late, but I hope this make it.


All the best wishes for the future to both of you.






Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.



Grains of Rice.


Lisa shifted uneasy in the seat. "How long before we're at the Inn?"

"About an hour. I know it isn't that far away and not very exotic, but it 
such a romantic place and I've always wanted to spend my honeymoon there. 
It's just so perfect."

Martin's enthusiasm when he told her about the small inn had convinced her 
the very first time he had suggested they spent their honeymoon there. It 
had to be a beautiful place.

"I can't get there fast enough," Lisa giggled. "There's rice everywhere and 
I really need to get out of the dress."

She tried to brush a grain of rice away from her chest but instead it 
dropped down her cleavage.

"There's a small clearing in the woods not far from her. Nobody ever comes 
there. We can fix it there."

A minute later left the main road and they went down an almost invisible 
track between the trees. Martin knew these woods as good as his own back 
pocket and after a short, bumpy ride the clearing suddenly appeared out of 
nowhere. The sound of the engine died away and was replace by that of birds 
and the rattling of leafs in the light, warm breeze. Lisa stepped outside in 
the soft grass carpeting the clearing.

Lisa just stood there, overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. Martin came 
up behind her, caressing her shoulders.

"I often went here when I was a kid. It was my secret place. Down there is a 
small stream where I used to fish. Only small fish, not anything I could 
eat. I pretended I was the only boy on earth and had to start a new 
civilisation."

Martin helped her dress down over her shoulders. Lisa turned to face him.

"It is the perfect spot to start a new civilisation."

Grains of rice fell to the ground as the wedding gown came off. On the huge 
grass bed, Lisa lay down and welcomed Martin between her thighs. The coarse 
hair on his chest scratched Lisa's nipples and the grass tickled her; all of 
nature was making love to her. This spot was truly perfect.

Afterwards when they dressed, Lisa found a single grain in her bra. She took 
it between two fingers and looked at it.

"What have you found?"

"I've found the map that lead me to this place with you."

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