Full Body Inflation

Tonight was the night.

Cliff Brown had been waiting for this anniversary for quite some time now, one whole year to be exact. He had finally done it. He had lasted with one girl for a year; no breakups, hardly any fighting, the works. He didn’t even mind the fact that he had to wait for this elusive night to sleep with her. It would be worth it, he told himself, even if he had to wait another year. Quickly dismissing that thought from his head, he rushed from the washroom, splashing after-shave over his 18 year old, still rather boyish, face.

Please note: Sharon has asked that the name of her mountain, river, and city be withheld.
For reasons which she believes shall become clear.

Sharon smiled as she put on her back pack and headed out the back door to climb up her mountain. The weather had taken two weeks to miss the weekend with either too much heat, too many clouds, or just plain rain. Now the blue sky beckoned her from above as the sun lit the path only as it accompanied her like a friend instead of a heat lamp.

or, "Aesop? Aesop Who?"

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