Mеg rеmоvеd hеr сlоthеѕ and went іntо thе water fоr a quісk dip. Fоr the ѕаkе of mоdеѕtу, Saria hаd washed further uр thе ѕtrеаm. Hе rеturnеd lооkіng rеfrеѕhеd."I'vе fоund a lоvеlу аррlе trее. Wе саn pick ѕоmе аррlеѕ lаtеr," Sаrіа ѕuggеѕtеd аѕ hе unрасkеd ѕоmе сооkеd mеаt and brеаd. Hе рісkеd оut a mound of grass to ѕеttlе оn for thеіr meal."Yes, ѕоmе аррlеѕ wіll bе gооd after thіѕ mеаl" agreed Meg, ѕреаkіng wіth a mouthful оf brеаd аnd mеаt."Wе аrе mаkіng gооd tіmе but wе саn't stop hеrе long. Wе ѕhоuld reach thе road early tоmоrrоw," Saria said staring аt Mеg chewing her fооd.Meg looked at Saria аnd wаѕ ѕurрrіѕеd tо rеаlіzе hоw pretty he wаѕ. Shоrt blonde hаіr, рrеttу green еуеѕ. "Mу gооdnеѕѕ", Meg thоught tо herself "I'm looking аt a уоung teenage gіrl. Does hіѕ bоуfrіеnd ѕtіll fіnd hіm аttrасtіvе?"Hаvіng quісklу fіnіѕhеd their food, Mеg аnd Sаrіа gathered their bаgѕ and walked along thе bаnk оf thе ѕtrеаm untіl thеу rеасhеd an аррlе trее. It wаѕ loaded wіth ripe apples. They

As I'm getting out of the shower I hear the front door close. "Is that you baby?" I yell from the bathroom, naked and drying myself with a towel.You poke your head in just as I'm covering up. "Hi, baby. Did you have a good day?" You ask me; I nod. "That's good. Do you want to go get some food?" I shake my head no, brushing my hair in the mirror. "Ok then, I'll just be in the living room." You close the door and let me continue to finish cleaning myself up.I walk into our bedroom in search of some clothes but see one of your T-shirts on the wood floor. I decide to wear that for the time being along with a pair of my fuzzy socks so my feet don't get cold.I skip into the living room to find you sitting on the couch, and bounce over. You look up from your phone and say, "Hi baby. Are you wearing my shirt?""Yes, is that ok?" I ask, sitting on your lap, straddling your body.Your shirt rides up my legs a bit and you look down to find that my lower half is bare. You look back up at me an

I imagine myself, driving down the road in Blue, intent on getting away from the craziness of life and looking to escape to a place where no one can find me. In my rush to get away, I throw a tent, blanket and a few essentials in the back of the truck, but now realize all the things I forgot to grab. As I’m kicking myself for my lack of forethought, I see a vehicle in the distance pulled over on the side of the road with the hood up. Not having the patience to be a Good Samaritan today I intend to drive by, until I notice you standing in front of the vehicle in your torn jeans and tank top with a perplexed look on your face as you stared at the smoke coming from the engine. I immediately started to slow my truck as though I had begun hearing the song of a siren beckoning me off course toward what my gut said might be danger.After sitting in that blind all morning, my patience was starting to wear thin as it felt as though I had just wasted yet another Saturday morning. My mind drifte

This is the last fucking swimming pool I’m ever cleaning, B thought. This really is the last one. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his rust-dusted blue truck, waiting for his turn to drive off the ferry that shuttled him and his decaying pool gear from Seattle to Whidbey Island. He made this trip twice a month in the summer, and a couple of times throughout the winter for one person: WY — an entrepreneur with a $6 million waterfront estate on Smuggler’s Cove. In the two years he had serviced WY’s pool and jacuzzi, B had never met the man. Instead, he learned about him through headlines in The Seattle Times. WY was always selling, buying, or merging one company with another. When he wasn’t brokering deals in the U.S., he was traveling to Tokyo to indulge in snail facials and win back-alley street races. Details of his life flooded social media and the press faster than a gash in an above-ground vinyl swimming pool. WY was the kind of balanced businessman that B liked t

When Matt Krump returned to his home in California from the Middle East after a year away, he was eighteen thousand dollars richer and one wife poorer. These things were no surprise as he had suspected his wife of being unfaithful to him since shortly after he'd shipped out, and the money was savings he had accumulated while he was away.Candice, his wife, had been careless and was now carrying another man's baby so she could not deny the infidelity, nor had she an alibi or excuse for her actions.Of course, he had been informed of the facts of her betrayal several weeks before his return, so his emotions had been calmed by the time he'd returned. Now, on his return, it was just a matter of cleaning up the mess.Matt had considered the matter carefully; he still had strong feelings for his wife and had decided to talk to her to see if they might work things out. On his return, his hopes had risen when she met him at the airport but were quickly dashed when she made no effort to kiss h