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Both detest the clenched eyes, that taunt shudder yielding embarrassed sputtering spray. A brow not yet sweaty- but still an obligatory moan the abrupt end of the lay. Those ill-timed ecstatic shivers the ebbing of rigid form yielding to stuttering quivers shortening a ribald and carnal act. Now two fresh strangers wonder what to do about the unseemly sap. Quickly comes the flushing of cheeks. Shortcomings extremely apparent, all allusions to manly prowess dribbling around and errant. Out com...

Eons of water carvings yield all- encompassing halls for my enduring devotionals. Frigid ripples of nature's lapping knife awash with dimples of coloured leaves. Unseen trout peckings, squealing kingfisher jealous of my creel, lovelorn hawks passing through. Thrashing down the brushy hall two squirrels twitter-pated, dancing a jig. A beaver's tail adding an occasional tympanic flourish. I stand mute knee-deep mouth agape enthralled by the concert. I dare not clap lest los maestros bid me adie...

Eons of water carvings yield evermore harsh halls for my enduring devotionals. Frigid ripples of nature's lapping knife awash with dimples of coloured leaves unseen trout peckings squealing kingfisher jealous of my creel lovelorn hawks passing through. Thrashing down the brushy hall two squirrels twitter-pated, dancing a jig. I stand mute knee-deep mouth agape enthralled by the concert. In the pools there is silence. Crickets have gone to ground trout match the hatch with ferocity but silentl...

Chapter 14 Cape Fear, NC The crashing surf seemed much too violent for any boat to land ashore, and Tariq feared he had gone through all of his preparations for nothing. He hoped it was not so, since his trail would easily be followed when the FBI got into full swing. The lone U.S. member of the Chosen’s plot had left his comfortable life in New York a week prior and had spent most of his time driving and nervously watching for a random speeding stop that would be the end of him and Hazim’s p...

A dervish in life, now more so in death tossing aside notions of physics and poise silent sexy shadow spinning asunder her daily essence a loco trip without tangibility Now she puts on a show unencumbered by pangs of self awareness or tethers to mortal earth. In the glow of black lights a sultry sparkle spinning. Billions of dusty specks colliding undeniably revealing her glowing form. At times she beckons to me as I lay beaming on our bed. That finger of sultry moxie, beckoning for me to joi...