She finished ringing up his items and handed him the bag, while he
handed her his phone.
Nature giggle, a very seductive giggle, “Uhhh—What’s this for?” she asked.
“Your number.” He answered.
“Oh really; nice way of asking.”
“I know, syke can I please have your number Miss Sunshine?”
“Yes.” Nature typed her name and number in his phone
Their hands touched one last time as he took his phone back from her.
Piter-Pater Piter-Pater. Rain started falling on the roof top she
looked up at the dark sky. Nature looked out at the driveway and saw
Marc’s car, but no Marc. He snuck up on her from behind and hugged her
with his large, thick, pale, manly hands, hands that looked so rough
and rugged, but felt so soft. His hands comforted her on many nights,
many occasions, when she cried and longed for someone to be by her
side, someone real to be by her side.
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