Nature watched him casually as he walked around the store looking at
different clothes and shoes; she watched what kind of things he picked
up and what he was wearing.
Damn he is fresh! I bet he smells good to just how he looks. He tall,
got muscles, light skin—huh—he look like he mixed, he got that pretty
petirican hair. And when he walks he commands attention . . . he know
he look good—I bet. I wouldn’t be surprised if—
“Hmmmm.’’ Marc said clearing his throat.
Nature blushed a little embarrassment on her face and said softly,
“Oh, are you ready.”
“Yea.”
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