hose in crotch

“Hey!” Seta screeched at the oncoming car that had just coasted out of the campus parking garage, and her instinct was to try flying over it. With an angry buzz of four stubby, oval-shaped wings, Seta hefted herself into a hover, just enough for the beegirl to come plunking down on her knees on the hood of the dark green sedan as it squealed to a standstill.

I wake up next to my beautiful wife. She is sleeping with her back to me, snoring softly. Her curvy hips are easily seen through the light sheet draped across her. I look over her and out the open door to the balcony. Through the screen I see nothing but darkness of the morning. Soon a beautiful tropical sunrise would illuminate the Hawaiian paradise outside. I carefully climb out of bed so not to disturb her.

The apartment stood silent, the rays of the setting sun shone through the warehouse panel style windows. Clearly showing off the main room which consisted of a living room and kitchen, usual furniture, a sofa, tv, bookcase, dining table and chairs with an counter top island in the kitchen. Next door was a single bed room with ensuite and walk in wardrobe, filled with expensive dresses. The decor, furniture and belongings all screamed success and wealth. A result of the hard work of Anita, half Italian olive skinned 29 year old who called this apartment home.