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THE NAKED GIRL

I have lost count of the times I have tapped the steering wheel. My phone buzzes. For a second I weigh whether to pick it or not. What the heck, I can’t think straight when it comes to her.

Kevin, where are you? I really need to get out of here,” goes Adele’s frail voice.

“I’ll be there in a few. Just hold on.”

“Okay. Hurry up.”

THE SEDUCTRESS IN HOT PANTS

The sound of waves breaking on the beach, the rustling of palm leaves and crickets merge harmoniously into some sort of wild symphony. She is standing next to you, leaning on the wooden balcony railing.  A light on the neighbor’s porch gives the complete contour of her body in silhouette.

The bedside clock reads 12:23 AM.  You are at her place. Stark naked. Allowing the salty sea breeze to cool off your body after a steamy session.