There are few things quite as beautiful as a long cleave that disappears in the boundary of clothes. And when there's the added tension of not knowing...exactly how they flow and bulge under their own weight when uncovered, it almost drives me crazy.And just as mysterious as what that cleavage leads to, is her smile. Her personality is soft and quiet. And she smiles often. What drives me wild about it, is the fact that I do not always know what the smile means. Sometimes her smile looks almost. Beth emerged from the water wearing her tiny string bikini. He set the binoculars down and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He chuckled nervously at his fear of a family curse. Beth loved to swim, he should have guessed she wouldn't pass up an opportunity like this.He brought the binoculars back up to his eyes. Now that he had calmed down, he could admire his beautiful wife. She looked like Venus rising from the sea as she waded towards the beach. Her long dark hair was wet and it clung to. With mighty vigour, the blade parted flesh. An unseemly and off-putting amount of flesh was carved out in a red-gashed line for all to see, off-putting before my very eyes was this sight of heinous carnage. His left arm hung useless from the wound, nearly sheared off by the slice, shield arm useless, and so he stood, his white gambeson dyed red with streaks of blood, beautiful in a way, but also distressing, off-putting. The warhorse did the rest to the pain stricken man, kicked and bit and. .”“I've seen the way you look at men in church” she interrupted.Jessica began taking off her veil. Her long, curly locks of dark brown hair were freed at last, tumbling down from the top of her head.“Young, well built men, especially.”“That's preposterous slander.”“Another time, when I was in your room, I found the catalog you hide under your mattress. You know the one. The men's fashion catalog with all the sticky pages?”“THAT'S ENOUGH!”“I bet if we went in there right now I'd find it. Or.