She wishes she could read about herself in some paperback romance, just to check out how she is doing.Ridiculous, she knows, but there it is.Crazy tho...ght.Must be because she is tired but is having trouble falling asleep.Maybe if, instead of air conditioning, she were to turn it off and open a window.She goes to get up, only to discover that she is more tired than she thought, just lying there.And more than tired, she is dizzy, disoriented.So that the room seems to be, not spinning, exactly,. He couldn't take his eyes from it, and she let him look, knowing he saw her ripening cunt, juicy and wet, ready for what waited for her across the white pavement beyond the marble steps.Watching her approach the house brought back bitter memories. A different dress, a different night, but the way she moved toward her destination, almost strutting with anxious determination, was painfully familiar.He appeared at the door just as she arrived and stepped outside to meet her. A stray lock of hair. A magical smell was coming out of her body and I thanked god for this opportunity pressed her against my body.She was crying loudly and told me in broken sentences that my friend is a bastard and most heartless boy she had seen ever and she was suspecting his affair to other girls on number of occasions and launched on a lengthy hate speech. I was not listening to her was feeling her and suddenly realized that she was asking me something and when I didn’t reply she again asked me “where were. I want to make your fantasy a steaming hot reality. It’s Monday. I couldn’t wait until the weekend to do this, as the beach would be too busy. I know you’ll have to sneak away from work for a couple of hours to be with me. It’ll be well worth your while. I’ll make sure of it. It’s just me and my flouncy pink dress on the sand. I glance around checking for you. You’re nowhere to be seen. I spare myself a trip to the car for a phone call. We still have time. I hike my dress up around my waist,.