You don't just write while sitting in front of a computer screen. The thing about writing is, it's hard to turn Scenes and dialogue keep popping into my head, but I (IĪpproach the huge pineapple fountain, water spurting from the top, and sit. Mmm.hmm.īe a very short Q&A if you're going to answer via guttural noises. We are almostĪlone except for an occasional passerby. With a weak sun trying desperately to peek through the clouds. Looking out over the harbor, the sky is a mixture of blue and gray Strolling along the brick path surrounding Waterfront Park in downtownĬharleston. Gently lapped against her skin at mid-thigh. Her shapely legs disappeared little by little into the water. Weight on my chest was getting heavier the longer I stared at her. Hinted across her lips, her chin tucked slightly to her chest, and her gazeįixed on me through long dark lashes. She began walking down the steps slowly-sexy smile I swallowed so hard I heard it thud in the back of my throat. All I knew was she looked hot no matter what her hair color I don’t know if she went somewhere to have that done on purpose or Streaks of lighter brown mixed through theĭarkness. Her usually dark hair was aĭifferent color in the summertime. Her hairįell down over her really soft looking shoulders. The pool in a red string bikini that barely covered her fun girl parts. Tweet was standing on the first step at the other end of
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