PhoenixPrime01
Hmm, so many choices.
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Caleb Withers:
When she's dozed off Caleb carries her out of the water and lays her on another lounge chair in the shade cast onto the patio by the house so she doesn't fry as she naps.
He takes their clothing inside and tosses them into the washer, and when ready the dryer then sits outside looking at the naked and beautiful woman who's given herself to him without reservation and smiles a contented smile as she sleeps on.
He's just coming back from the dryer with the clean and dry clothing and a Coke when his cell phone rings.
"Hello, this is Caleb. May I help you?"
"Ahhh, Sherry. Yes Debra's still here. Where else would she be. I didn't sell her to the gypsies you know," he chuckles.
"We came back to change cars and decided to take a swim first and she's napping now.
"I was about to wake her up anyway so if you'll hang on a second you can talk to her."
He grins to himself over the distrust in her voice and traces of anger at his flippant attitude as he walks over and sits beside Debra on the lounge chair.
"Wake up Deb. Your friend Sherry's on the phone and I think she's worried I've sold you into white slavery or something like that from her tone of voice."
When she's dozed off Caleb carries her out of the water and lays her on another lounge chair in the shade cast onto the patio by the house so she doesn't fry as she naps.
He takes their clothing inside and tosses them into the washer, and when ready the dryer then sits outside looking at the naked and beautiful woman who's given herself to him without reservation and smiles a contented smile as she sleeps on.
He's just coming back from the dryer with the clean and dry clothing and a Coke when his cell phone rings.
"Hello, this is Caleb. May I help you?"
"Ahhh, Sherry. Yes Debra's still here. Where else would she be. I didn't sell her to the gypsies you know," he chuckles.
"We came back to change cars and decided to take a swim first and she's napping now.
"I was about to wake her up anyway so if you'll hang on a second you can talk to her."
He grins to himself over the distrust in her voice and traces of anger at his flippant attitude as he walks over and sits beside Debra on the lounge chair.
"Wake up Deb. Your friend Sherry's on the phone and I think she's worried I've sold you into white slavery or something like that from her tone of voice."