The Three Signs - Book 3 - Janelle
Prologue

Copyright© 2017 by William Turney Morris

Romantic Sex Story: Prologue - Follow along as Will's life continues after University. If you haven't read books 1 and 2, it will be a bit confusing.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Paranormal   Ghost  

Book 3. Janelle

Some bright person once said ‘When you think your life is going well, and everything is good, that’s when Fate turns around and bites you in the arse’. Well, it might have been me that once said that, but, my life was well overdue for some extensive arse-biting.

It has always been said never to make any relationship decisions while you are trying to get over a breakup. I generally tried to follow that advice, but with Janelle Ward, I made a big mistake. All of the signs were there; the previous times we had been together, things had not ended well; but I guess when you are feeling low, and alone, you’re not at your rational best. Had I been thinking clearly, I would have realized that Janelle was not the right person for me, but...

It wasn’t just being with the wrong person at the wrong time; previous events that I had tried to put behind me and forget about just happened to come to light at the completely wrong time. But in the interim, there was some pretty fantastic sexy times with her. She did have a great body, and a very strong sex drive; even if on occasions I would feel that she was just using me for sex...

Back in third form of high school, we had to study Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’; one of his tragedies. Far from being a love story, it’s a bloodbath, where by the end of the play in just a few short days, almost everyone is dead.

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

William Shakespeare, ‘Romeo and Juliet’, Act 1, Prologue


Janelle, Janelle, Janelle
So far away
Goodnight, sweet dreams
The world is well
Janelle, Janelle, Janelle

Lookin’ through your photograph
Talking through the telephone
I’m thinking through my plans for me
And you so all alone

Janelle, Janelle, Janelle
So far away
Goodnight, sweet dreams
The world is well
Janelle, Janelle, Janelle

Someday we’ll wake up laughing
Put on our dancing shoes
You won’t believe the tales I tell
That time, Janelle’s not mine to choose

Janelle, Janelle, Janelle
So far away
Goodnight, sweet dreams
The world is well
Janelle, Janelle, Janelle

Don Walker (Cold Chisel), 1984

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