how cold is a witch's tit, my love?" she asked coyly.
"Cold enough to produce milkshakes." Jordan grinned. "Sometimes I think your parents have the right idea. Florida in January sounds like a wonderful thing."
Jordan hung her coat on one of the hooks by the door then rubbed her hands together as she approached Maggie. She stood behind her and looked over her shoulder.
"What are you reading?" she asked.
Maggie glanced up at Jordan. "I'm just reviewing the Planning Commission guidelines before I draft the proposal for the riding school," she explained, returning her attention to the documents.
"I can imagine there will be a lot of rules and regulations we'll have to follow and safety upgrades to make the farm safe and suitable for the kids," Jordan predicted.
"I'm afraid you're right. The problem I'm having, though, is trying to put limits on the definition of handicapped, one that doesn't exclude too many of the more disabled children. I really don't want to limit any child with a disability from taking lessons, but I guess it will be unavoidable if we can't make it totally safe for them."
Jordan leaned over Maggie as she read and nuzzled her cold nose into Maggie's neck.
"Yeeow!" Maggie screamed as she squirmed away. "Your nose is cold."
Jordan laughed evilly as she shoved her cold hands into the neckline of Maggie's shirt.
Maggie jumped up from the table. "Jordan Lewis," she shouted. "Stop that."
Jordan adopted an apologetic look on her face as she opened her arms for Maggie. "I'm sorry love. Come here and I'll make it up to you."
Maggie cautiously stepped into the circle of Jordan's arms and allowed herself to be embraced lovingly. After a few moments, she relaxed and returned the hug.
Without warning, Jordan pulled Maggie's shirt up and planted her cold hands on the middle of the redhead's back.
"Ah," Maggie protested as she wiggled out of Jordan's embrace. "Why you little shit," she yelled.
Jordan grinned. "Uh, oh. Time for a hasty retreat."
She turned and made a quick exit into the living room with Maggie hot on her tail. Once in the living room, she threw herself on the couch and put her arms up to protect herself as Maggie grabbed a throw pillow and pummeled her with it. In between hits, Jordan managed to work a pillow out from behind her to enter into the battle. Before long they were both on their feet and engaged in a full-fledged pillow fight. Many minutes later, laughing so hard their sides hurt, the two women dropped side-by-side onto the couch.
Jordan moved to the end of the couch and half-reclined. She beckoned to Maggie. "Come here, you."
Maggie eagerly dove into Jordan's arms. They lay there entwined with Maggie's cheek resting on Jordan's chest.
"Hmm, this feels good," Maggie cooed. "I love listening to your heart beat."
Jordan kissed the top of Maggie's head. "It beats only for you, love."
"How is it that you so easily walked into my life and stole my heart?" Maggie asked.
"Actually, I didn't walk into your life, I transported into it. You see, I'm really a scientist from the future and I traveled here via a time machine to intentionally invade your life," Jordan replied.
Maggie raised her head and looked directly into Jordan's eyes. She smiled widely. "You are such a kook sometimes," she exclaimed. She leaned in and kissed Jordan on the nose, then laid her head back onto Jordan's chest. "Don't ever change, sweetheart. I love you just the way you are."
* * *
Maggie and Jordan chose to spend a cold winter evening reading in bed. Maggie lowered the book she was reading into her lap and looked at Jordan sitting in bed beside her. "Jordan?"
Jordan looked away from her book. "Yeah?"
"Will you marry me?"
Jordan's head snapped back. She was clearly surprised by Maggie's unexpected question and was left speechless.
"Don't look so shocked."
"Ah… ah… ah… I'm sorry. Your question just took me by surprise," Jordan replied.
"I don't know why it should. I mean you've been here for
"Cold enough to produce milkshakes." Jordan grinned. "Sometimes I think your parents have the right idea. Florida in January sounds like a wonderful thing."
Jordan hung her coat on one of the hooks by the door then rubbed her hands together as she approached Maggie. She stood behind her and looked over her shoulder.
"What are you reading?" she asked.
Maggie glanced up at Jordan. "I'm just reviewing the Planning Commission guidelines before I draft the proposal for the riding school," she explained, returning her attention to the documents.
"I can imagine there will be a lot of rules and regulations we'll have to follow and safety upgrades to make the farm safe and suitable for the kids," Jordan predicted.
"I'm afraid you're right. The problem I'm having, though, is trying to put limits on the definition of handicapped, one that doesn't exclude too many of the more disabled children. I really don't want to limit any child with a disability from taking lessons, but I guess it will be unavoidable if we can't make it totally safe for them."
Jordan leaned over Maggie as she read and nuzzled her cold nose into Maggie's neck.
"Yeeow!" Maggie screamed as she squirmed away. "Your nose is cold."
Jordan laughed evilly as she shoved her cold hands into the neckline of Maggie's shirt.
Maggie jumped up from the table. "Jordan Lewis," she shouted. "Stop that."
Jordan adopted an apologetic look on her face as she opened her arms for Maggie. "I'm sorry love. Come here and I'll make it up to you."
Maggie cautiously stepped into the circle of Jordan's arms and allowed herself to be embraced lovingly. After a few moments, she relaxed and returned the hug.
Without warning, Jordan pulled Maggie's shirt up and planted her cold hands on the middle of the redhead's back.
"Ah," Maggie protested as she wiggled out of Jordan's embrace. "Why you little shit," she yelled.
Jordan grinned. "Uh, oh. Time for a hasty retreat."
She turned and made a quick exit into the living room with Maggie hot on her tail. Once in the living room, she threw herself on the couch and put her arms up to protect herself as Maggie grabbed a throw pillow and pummeled her with it. In between hits, Jordan managed to work a pillow out from behind her to enter into the battle. Before long they were both on their feet and engaged in a full-fledged pillow fight. Many minutes later, laughing so hard their sides hurt, the two women dropped side-by-side onto the couch.
Jordan moved to the end of the couch and half-reclined. She beckoned to Maggie. "Come here, you."
Maggie eagerly dove into Jordan's arms. They lay there entwined with Maggie's cheek resting on Jordan's chest.
"Hmm, this feels good," Maggie cooed. "I love listening to your heart beat."
Jordan kissed the top of Maggie's head. "It beats only for you, love."
"How is it that you so easily walked into my life and stole my heart?" Maggie asked.
"Actually, I didn't walk into your life, I transported into it. You see, I'm really a scientist from the future and I traveled here via a time machine to intentionally invade your life," Jordan replied.
Maggie raised her head and looked directly into Jordan's eyes. She smiled widely. "You are such a kook sometimes," she exclaimed. She leaned in and kissed Jordan on the nose, then laid her head back onto Jordan's chest. "Don't ever change, sweetheart. I love you just the way you are."
* * *
Maggie and Jordan chose to spend a cold winter evening reading in bed. Maggie lowered the book she was reading into her lap and looked at Jordan sitting in bed beside her. "Jordan?"
Jordan looked away from her book. "Yeah?"
"Will you marry me?"
Jordan's head snapped back. She was clearly surprised by Maggie's unexpected question and was left speechless.
"Don't look so shocked."
"Ah… ah… ah… I'm sorry. Your question just took me by surprise," Jordan replied.
"I don't know why it should. I mean you've been here for
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