Blue Wisteria Part Two

When Dr. Woodstock rang that night he knew exactly what he was going to say. A week together in Venice would be just the ticket. It would be so romantic for both of them - just perfect. He would pay of course, and it shouldn't be difficult to get another person on the flight and in the same hotel. Melissa was overjoyed at the suggestion and couldn't wait for Ken to make all the arrangements.

Eventually the day came to depart and Melissa, sporting the same blue wisteria dress she had worn on that phenomenal day when he had come into her life, was full of expectation. Ken greeted her with roses and orchids he had recently purchased.

The plane touched down and then they made their way across the lagoon. It was May and the weather was warm if a little misty, but this is how both of them liked it. To see Venice come into view through the rose-tinted mist was wonderful. Melissa thought it would be really special with a man she absolutely adored.  They had separate rooms of course; he had insisted on it. There was no pressure; he was too much of a gentleman. Venice was a non pareil, he was a non pareil, her life was just beginning to blossom and become unequalled to what it had ever been.

That night spent in the hotel garden was magical. The sunset was beautiful, the bouganvillea was all around and yes there was blue wisteria hanging from the pretty pergola down to the water's edge.

When they kissed for the first time and had that first sensual brush of skin against skin Melissa felt like a teenager again, and she remembered her first kiss with Steven Atkinson, but this was so much more; so much more mature, more manly, more everything.

They melted into each other's arms and golden dawns and red sunsets all seemed to mingle together in a paradisal kaleidoscope of colour. Melissa had a secret though, but she certainly wasn't going to spoil this holiday. This was her special getaway: maybe  everything would be allright, maybe. She hoped in her heart she could love Ken forever, and Ken too wanted to be with Melissa forever. Whatever happened Venice was a paradigm of content, of happiness, of blooming unfettered love.

The days passed so wondrously romantically; in gondolas up the Grand Canal, by the Doge's Palace, by Santa Maria's basilica and in San Marco Piazza by the campanile. They would hold hands, go arm in arm, even cuddle in some of the back streets when they thought no one was looking, but always at night they would sleep alone. Both Melissa and Ken had strong moral values, that is what made them so compatible. Consummation was only possible in marriage. Neither of them doubted that for one moment.

Concluded in Blue Wiisteria Conclusion