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th week My Sexy Saturday. of
This week’s theme: Their Sexy Gaze
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This week’s theme is Their Sexy Gaze. Have you ever seen a couple who
so adoringly at each other? look you wonder just what they are
thinking? Are they thinking about the last time they made love or the
conversation they just had? Makes
The point is that lovers have eyes only for each other. Sometimes the gaze is loving, and sometimes not, but you always know they are a couple destined to be together.
Sexy has nothing to do with looks or status or even wealth. It doesn’t demand perfection and it isn’t
it does make us want to
read those books. pretentious but
We know that everyone has their own idea of sexy and we all love sexy!
(Set-up: Monica has just been accosted by three members of the Colombian Cartel. They’re leading her out of a building with pedestrians all around.)
On her left, the excited fan with a football player’s build she’d encountered earlier slouched against the wall with his head down and a smart phone in his hand. Only he wasn’t looking at the black screen. He was staring directly at her.
Dizziness threatened to shake the legs right out from under her. Now or never. Without moving her head, Monica slanted her eyes toward the ebony-haired giant, infusing all her fear into a single glance, begging him for help.
Stranger-danger never looked so good. The man shook back his sun-streaked raven hair, winked, and sent her a tiny smile. Then, as though he hadn’t a care in the world, strolled up to them, his eyes completely focused on her.
Oh shit! Did he think she was coming on to him? On a normal day he’d be cute, but not her type. The blond surfer with his lithe build was more her style. Monica hoped to God the linebacker didn’t mistake her for a hooker with a pimp.
Beggars can’t be choosers. At this point, she’d take whatever she could get.
His rapt attention never left her face, he completely ignored the man standing next to her. It didn’t matter if the stranger stood over six feet tall. He’d be stabbed and his innocent bystander blood would be on her conscience.
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