I NEED a good story using these James Taylor titles. Can someone kindly oblige?

Question

1) Don't let me be lonely tonight.
2) Something in the way she moves.
3) Steamroller.
4) Fire and rain.
5) How sweet it is to be loved by you..

Oh My!!! these are TOO good!!
Por favor, no mas!!!

Answer 1

The New York appartment was silent, scattered about the top floor bedroom floor were the letters she had written him so very long ago. He had been such a fool in those days. A bitter man with all the sensitivity of a steamroller and a heart closed to the world.

Johnathan sat in the centre of all the emotional flotsam and jetsam that he had tipped out onto the floor boards, from the box that he had so recently discovered. It had been hidden in the attic, buried under a mound of old school yearbooks and battered suitcases... one of which he now had open on his lap. It showed a young man and a young woman dancing cheek to cheek at some long forgotten prom.

"Fire and rain, all we ever were..." his voice was old and tired and dripped regret with every syllable.

He cast his eyes down to a letter at random, and all the old hurt came flooding back. He had been the rain in those days, Jenifer was the flame that in his mind he had all but extinguished. All those dreams of youth, all those expectations of far way places and new adventures... and he had always had to work late or be away at one of those so unimportant meetings at head office in Detroit. Had he even, just once, given her a moments thought? His eyes strained to make out her pleading postscript, one she had repeated again and again over the years... "Don't let me be lonely tonight" he uttered the word with a shiver and stood up. He hadnt seen her in such a long time.

With the book still clenched in his right hand he walked over to the window and parted the white musline curtain. Outside the autumn sky was ashen but the trees still had their dressings of copper and gold. His eyes picked out movement from under the shedding branches... and there she was. His heart kicked in his chest, with all those old thoughts in his mind it was hardly supprising that he saw her as she was in those days with long hair of burnished gold rather then the silver grey strands floating out behind her in the breaze. No, it wasnt just the memories. He looked more closely. Something in the way she moves, her grace and manner, suggested that the years had touched her little. She was still that hopefull dreamer whilst he...

He tore himself away from the window, turned, and walked out of the bedroom. The apartment door slammed shut behind him as his feet picked up speed, he didnt have time to waist waiting for the elevator...he had to do this and it had to be now. The stairs were old steap, more then once he had to grab hold of the rail to stop himself falling but he was driven now by guilt. He had to tell her, had to reach out to her and beg her forgiveness. As he flew down the last stairs he heard the buildings front door opening and knew he had run out of time.

Across the lobby she was waiting for him. Johnathan's feet were rooted to the marble floor as his eyes locked with hers. Jen's face was marked by the obvious surprise of seeing him like this, he could tell. What ever shock she felt was evidently short lived as she ****** her head to one side and asked in that soft voice that had tortured him so...

"John? What are you doing here?" She walked over to him. Her face, he noted, betraying only concern. The Year book was still in his hand, she looked down at it as she strolled over to him. "whats this?".

John didnt know why he did it, the hand just seemed to move of its own accord as the book was passed to the woman now before him. His middle finger was held between the pages and as she took the old book from him it opened to show the young couple.

A tear, a single tear formed in the corner of her eye, It hung there amid her lashes for a moment before falling onto the picture of the boy and girl they had once been. Her face looked up into his as she closed the book and handed it back to him as he looked down at the cold stone slabs and wished he could find the words to say sorry for all the waisted years. He closed his eyes and wished. looking up, her face was before his.

"I know its been a lifetime..." he started "... but i just wanted to say..". He never got the chance to finish.

She kissed him.

"How sweet it is to be loved by you... my darling". Her voice was as gentle and loving as ever. She ran her fingers through his greying black hair and smiled. " I had forgotten all about the year books, I take it you found the suit cases? ..." He nodded in reply. "...then lets get packed, we still have a few hours before we need to be on our way to the airport."

She grinned broadly and headed to the elevator. No matter the passing of years, her fire was undeminished... just like her love. Johnathan walked after her and silently thanked any god who might be listening for her boundless patiance and the love they shared.

Answer 2

Watching those years go by asif they were propelled by a steamroller was frustrating enough for Atlas. She was always in extremes, his deamgirl one day, his own personal hell the next day, it was like being under a shower of fire an rain, simultaniously.

He still couldn't blame her wanting to take that time off to find herself, though. This time, she was so much sure of herself, so confident, so strong - though she had still somehow managed to capture her girly bubbly nature within the ironlady she had become. She was like all of his fantasies rolled into one being, strong, yet graceful, intellectual, yet still posessing her child-like innocence, cynical, yet optimistic. How was that even possible?

As he watched her walk towards him, something in the way she moves seemed to have a bewithcing effect on him.

All through the time she was walking towards his table, he silently kept praying, "please don't let me be lonely tonight".


Yet he was more than willing to spend another lonely night if it wasn't her that he could have by his side.
Just the dream of opening his eyes in the morning and finding her sleeping beside him was enough to give him the strength to make it through another day. Such was the level of their unspoken passion for eachother.

As she finally reached him and extended her hand to him for that long awaited dance, he couldn't help but marvel, "how sweet it is to be love by you.."
And the first dance led to the first and only true love they they were meant to experience, the one they had lived for and waited for many many life times.

Answer 3

I’ve been a gossip reporter in Washington D.C., for over 12 years. I have some interesting stories to tell you and I’m quite sure that you won’t believe any of it, and then too, maybe it’s so common that it’s not worth my time writing about it. None the less, to make everything more interesting, I’m not going to tell you which politician did what, instead, I’m going to leave it up to you to guess.

This politician had a real appetite for pretty, young and firm bodies, male or female, made no difference to him. The younger they were, the happier he would be. Once at a the Fire and Rain Ball, he was so smitten with the 16 year old son of a visiting dignitary, that he refused to leave the kid alone. He pestered, followed and badgered this handsome boy so much, that the boy’s father finally grabbed him by the arm and whispered in his ear how his country dealt with such problems. You should have seen the look on his face afterwards; he might as well have been run over by a steamroller. Shortly after this conversation, I believe he left the Ball alone to go home and cry in his beer, or possibly try his luck someplace else.

The next person is a new comer to the Political agenda. He’s married with a couple of kids, but he was caught making out with his older, much older assistant. There is a good 30 years difference in their age. He was caught with his pants down (literally) and she was standing over him licking chocolate pudding off his bare behind. When the delivery person accidentally walked in on them, the politician looked up at the intruder and said, “What can I say, there’s something in the way she moves, that reminds me of my mama.” All I can say is YUCK!!!!

This female Politician has been hiding in the closet for years. She’s married, childless (claims to be fertility issues), and has been very vocal AGAINST the gay rights movement. Once, she arrived at a State dinner with her husband and a “girlfriend”, drank in excess and began dancing on a table. At first it was rather funny, as she kicked off her shoes, and unbuttoned her blouse. People sitting at her table started clapping and moving the dishes out of her way. The fun stopped when she fell down onto her girlfriends lap and started crying and stroking her hair. Her girlfriend, being just as drunk, kissed her full on the lips and said “How sweet it is to be loved by you”. Well all of this was going on, the husband was caught rubbing the girlfriend’s inner thigh; actually, his hand was a little higher up than her thigh. Can you believe it? I’d be willing to bet the three of them got a hotel room someplace close by soon after.

Finally, this older Politician should have retired years ago. There’s speculation that he is experiencing some dementia and that all of his aides have been covering up for him. Apparently he has good and bad days and one can ever be sure which one he will be having. Twice now he has been removed from the warehouse that MACY’s stores their Thanksgiving day balloons in, because he was manhandling one of the balloons. Each time his assistance comes to collect him, he starts saying something about “Don't let me be lonely tonight.” All I can say is DAMN, that’s quite a blow up doll you have, and I will never look at that particular balloon in quite the same way as I used to.

That’s it for tonight dear readers. Have fun guessing who you think I wrote about above. The answers will be published in next week’s column. Remember, if you have some good gossip regarding one of our Politicians, make sure you send the juicy details on to me, as I pay top dollar, especially if you can also provide a picture of the event. Love and Peace be with you all.

Answer 4

I was listening to my radio as an old Beatles song was playing. I found myself singing along, "Something in the way she moves...". Then my phone rang & it was Linda Lou. She said, "Please don't let me be lonely tonight". I had to remind her, "Remember, we've agreed to be just friends for the time being". "That's OK, we can just talk", she replied. "I'll be right over".
About 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang & Linda Lou was standing there. So, I invited her in. When she took off her coat, she was wearing a sexy black negligee. I just stood there for a minute totally speechless. Then I said, "OMG! LL, what is that thing you're wearing?!" She told me, "I used to wear this for Bubba & he'd be all over me like a steamroller". "No doubt", I said. Before I knew what was happening, she planted a big, wet kiss on me. "How sweet it is to be loved by you!", she said, "Why deny it anymore?" I pushed her away as gently as possible & told her, "Linda Lou, this just isn't the right time. You're not over Bubba yet. I think you should go now, before I change my mind". Then she turned abruptly, grabbed her coat & slammed the door on her way out. As I watched her leave, I said to myself, "That girl is like fire & rain".

Answer 5

Dodge City, Kansas
Circa 1876

Silva, The Vixen From Vermont, had had a long day. Being a Belly Dancer instructor with a group of pig farmers and store merchants was NOT an easy job! All the townsfolk had agreed that her dancing talents were not to be missed!! The concenus was that 2) Something in the way she moves was magical.....a bit mesmerizing, if you will.
She had decided to go to back to her travelling home and take a rest when she was stopped by a voice. She turned and discovered a cowboy :
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Cowboy: "Pardon me maam. Do you think you have time for one more student:
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Silva tripped as she ran down the stairs to speak to him!
"4) Fire and rain wouldn't keep me from saying no," she feverishly thought to herself!"
Cowboy: "My names, Clint. Clint Westbranch.....Part Cherokee....The rest....PURE cowboy. I don't mean to be a
3) Steamroller, but I hope I can talk you into just ONE more student."
Silva:"Let me check my schedule book." Her hands trembled so hard,she dropped it. Clint picked it up,dusted it off and handed it to her with a smile on his chiseled face. Did Silva detect a sense of flirtation?
She almost blurted out:"5) How sweet it is to be loved by you."
What actually came out was, "Uh huh! Uh hun! I have time!"
Clint:"Great!! Just let me wash up and I'll be back in 15 minutes!!" Silva watched him as he disappeared around the corner....." Dear GAWD!! If the world ended tonight I would still be here, rooted to this spot, waiting for you!
As she hurriedly tried to fix her hair and apply some fresh lipstick, she sang a little dittie to herself:

♫ "1) Don't let me be lonely tonight. Don't let me toss and turn.
Please tell me you're willing to take a chance.
I'll teach you the basics of the belly dance.
I'll teach you lots more if you give me the nod.
Oh, Clint, oh Clint, dear Lord what a bod!! ♫"

15 minutes later, he returned. Somehow with a shirt on, he seemed different. She could hardly believe her eyes. In a dis-believing trance, she taught him a few of the rudementary steps.
Clint:"I think I've got it, Miss Silva!!" http://www.asmiasrealm.com/fat%20cowboy1.JPG
Silva stared at Clint. She took her pulse.....Was she having a stroke? Did she only imagine what she had seen 15 short minutes ago?
Clint:" Sign me up for more classes, Miss Silva. I think I must be a natural!"
Silva sighed as he signed up for the the "package deal."
Clint:"Now I get to see you twice a week for a month!!! Yee haw!!"
He belly danced all the way home.
Silva's expression bespoke her feelings:
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Answer 6

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Answer 7

Donald was a reference librarian at the main branch of the Des Moines Public Library. Because the library was open until 10:00 p.m., he was required to work a late shift two nights a week, Mondays and Thursdays. The library operated with a much smaller staff at night than during the day, because there were fewer patrons at night, particularly during the last hour or so.

Donald had a secret crush on Susan, who worked at the circulation desk. She was a few years younger than he. She worked a lot of evening hours so she could attend classes at the university during the day. Susan was physically attractive, but Donald loved Susan for her intellect and her quick wit. There was something about the way she moved that always stirred in him a touch of lust. Donald and Susan had been friendly, sometimes even mildly flirting, but Donald was never sure what Susan thought about him, and whether she could ever think of him as anything other than a friend.

One particular Thursday night, patrons had been slow to wrap up their business and leave the building. The skeletal staff was later than usual in shutting down equipment and lights and leaving for home. It was particularly dark outside; cloud cover hid the stars and moon. The staff was required to park at the far end of the parking lot. Donald and Susan happened to be walking out the front door at the same time, and he asked if she would like for him to accompany her to her car, to see that she got in safely. "Thanks, that would be great," she replied, "I'd like that very much."

As they walked along, making small talk, at first Susan slid her hand inside Donald's arm and walked close to him. Donald was silently debating with himself as to whether this was a just a friendly gesture, when Susan slid her arm around Donald's waist, took his hand with her free hand and placed his arm around her waist. Donald's heart pounded, and thoughts raced through his head.

When they reached Susan's car, a combination of impulse and desire surged through Donald like a steamroller. Before she could open her car door, Donald clutched her close to him and kissed her hard. Susan returned the kiss. For a few minutes, they held each other tight, touching and groping, all awareness of being in a public parking lot beneath a street lamp forgotten.

After what seemed an eternity, they paused, and Susan whispered in Donald's ear, "Don't let me be lonely tonight. Follow me back to my apartment." Their night there -- that first night they admitted their feelings for each other -- was one of fire and rain. They made love on and off all night, holding each other in between. When morning finally dawned, Donald's head reeled with thoughts of new-found love, lust, and the excitement of a new relationship.

Susan had to leave for class, and Donald had to go home, shower, and get ready for another day at work. As they parted outside Susan's apartment building, Donald leaned over and gave her a lingering kiss. "How sweet it is to be loved by you," he whispered to her. "Can't wait to see you later, back at the salt mine."