"I am not a thief, d**g addict or escaped convict. I am not a r****t and I am not a crazed serial killer. If you do exactly as I say, you will not be ...armed." he said, still in the same tone of voice. He gestured for her to rise and to go into the living room. Maggie obeyed, moving very slowly as the muzzle of the automatic weapon tracked her movements like a security camera. The man followed her, carrying the gun case. He always stayed out of range of a sudden desperate lunge, but not so far. Here it comes, thought Ivana. "Good Lord, girl!" she then blurted out. "I- I had no idea you could, that was- I'm-" stammered Bianca. "bozche moi Jenny!" Said Anya. "That was...THE..." her mouth emphasizing the word "the". Its happening chimed Ivana in her mind. "Yes Jenny" began Ivana "that was purely-", but she was cut again bySammy, "HOTTEST thing I've ever seen!" A key characteristic of Sammy Spitzmen was that whenever she was trulyawestruck, her bright green eyes would. “Nothing here either… fuck I’m bored!”Probably out of that boredom more than curiosity orvoyeurism he backtracked his steps to see if there wasanything of interest going on back in the bush. Hecrouched down and very quietly moved to the edge of thebrush and stopped to listen. He couldn’t hear anythingbut nevertheless got down on all fours and sneakilycrawled through the sand hoping not to be seen. Aboutanother twenty ft. and he heard what sounded likehushed voices. My mom bent over to dig through the bag of beach items. I kept a close eye on her body. This was the first time I could see her whole self from these new angles. I found her body immensely engaging. I understood why so many paintings were simply the natural form of a woman. I loved how she swayed, even while doing simple things. I could feel my mind drawn towards imaging myself grabbing her hips, kissing her neck, feeling her nipples in my fingers.I don't know if it was the sun heating my skin.