Bea suddenly sat up in bed, looking at her alarm clock, the digital numbers blinked 2:02am. Bea scrambled out of bed and over to her laptop. What was ...he thinking? What if the knight and the princess were supposed to be her and Chris? And she had kissed him! She opened the file and erased the last two paragraphs. She reprinted it and took the old story out of the envelope, placing the new one in instead. Feeling a lot calmer, she went and crawled back into bed. *** Bea walked into her creative. Weekend day trippers. A long line of cars snakes its way down the road. I glance at the passenger seat next to me. Today's edition of The Weekend Atlantic Observer. I come to standstill in traffic. I quickly pull out the supplement section. I open up page eighteen. My first article in print, four pages. My fingertips slide over the smooth paper. With mixed feelings, I scan the content. Most of it is fiction, or at best half-truths... I'm on my way to meet reality. I've dressed for the occasion.. “Bottoms up!”Micah couldn't resist her charms. He took two long gulps one after the other, then tilted the cup back and finished it off. He set the plastic tumbler on a nearby table and then began undoing his makeshift tunic. Already, he was somewhat losing his coordination as he struggled to take off his shirt, pants and boots.“Wow... I'm getting dizzy! Haha!”“It's alright” Roxy said before setting down the cigarette and helping him to the bedside.By the time she had him down to his boxers,. We paddled in the shallows and found the water was rather chilly. Jean said that her swim would be a short one and I said mine would be, too. I dived into a pretty large wave and to my horror my trunks slid right off me from the force of the wave. I tried to catch them but failed. There I was, stark naked, not far from my sister so I was in a quandary. If I stayed in the water I would get very cold but if I ran out to get my towel she would almost certainly see I was naked. I decided that I.