From past experience, I expected about twelve thousand words, I wound up with thirty-seven thousand words, three times what I was aiming for. Marla wa... supposed emerge from her ordeals a stronger, more independent person than she started.You ever hear an author say the characters do things unexpected? I never really believed it until I started writing seriously. Marla is a prime example of this phenomenon. The story diverged from the outline right in the first scene. She was supposed to let him. Still don’t”, and she clutched his bicep, curling up in his warmth and remembering all the times they’d shared over the last four years. “If anyone had told me that night that you and I would be living like this, I’d have told them to go fuck themselves. But it’s been like a dream come true, living here with you, working the ranch, raising your children, and having you for the centre of my world. I love you, Ben Calhoun, more than I’ll ever be able to tell you.” With that, she leaned up to his. She splashed water on me. In retaliation I chased her up the beach, threatening to throw her in the water. Sue was laughing, enjoying her self, splashing me with more water. I was jumping up and down, kicking my legs up and doing the splits, turning around and bending over. I was getting off exposing myself to her as she splashed water all over me.Coming toward us was a nude jogger. As he ran by us, we could not help but notice his cock swinging from side to side. He smiled and nodded hello to. We finished dishes then chatted and had one more drink before I decided to leave. While driving home with my daughter, I felt that I was a little wet and horny, thinking about and chatting to Jen and Rodger about my birthday gathering. We were soon home and I carried my daughter from the car to her room and tugged her into her bed. I then locked up downstairs and made my way to my bedroom. I stripped down naked and lay on my bed. I got my vibrator from the draw next to the bed. I closed my eyes.